Slow-burn perfection defines “woody on the fanbus”: a pale, voluptuous woman blindfolded on satin sheets. Every touch in “woody on the fanbus” is heightened by the lack of sight—nipples pebbling under ice cubes, then warmed by her own mouth. When she finally allows her hand between trembling thighs in “woody on the fanbus”, the anticipation explodes. The blindfold comes off just as she comes in “woody on the fanbus”, eyes wide with the intensity of it all.