Behind the Curtain of all the fnaf jumpscares: Passionate Paths

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