gwenpool farting: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Adventure

Naked under the full moon in gwenpool farting, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “gwenpool farting” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “gwenpool farting… gwenpool farting… harder gwenpool farting!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “gwenpool farting” trails.