The Sensual Appeal of pony fart

On a cliff at dawn in pony fart, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with pony fart,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “pony fart, pony fart, pony fart!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “pony fart” bliss.