The Art of Romance: fortnite p o rn

Private jet at 30,000 feet in fortnite p o rn. Seat reclined, blanket tossed aside, she spreads beneath the dim cabin lights. “Join the mile-high fortnite p o rn club,” she purrs to the camera, already three fingers deep. Turbulence rocks the plane and her body in perfect sync; every bump drives her hand harder while she gasps “Yes fortnite p o rn, just like that fortnite p o rn!” Clouds rush past the window as she rubs her clit raw, chanting “fortnite p o rn” louder with altitude. When the captain announces descent she comes hardest, squirting over leather and crying “fortnite p o rn” into the thin air until the seatbelt sign dings like an aftershock.