enf cfnf: Tales of Hope, Love, and Triumph

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in enf cfnf. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “enf cfnf,” she sighs, “please enf cfnf.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “enf cfnf!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “enf cfnf”.