Yourlittlewhore - GF finds out about your fart fetish

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Yourlittlewhore - GF finds out about your fart fetish

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The Giantess's Revelation

Her Farts, His Fetish

As she crept into your room, her heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and dread. You were her boyfriend, and she trusted you, but lately, she couldn't shake off the feeling that you might be hiding something. Her eyes fell on the laptop screen, and her blood ran cold.

There it was - a video of a woman, stark naked, farting into a mask worn by another man. The image was enough to make her stomach churn, but the realization that this was somehow connected to you made her knees weak. With shaking hands, she clicked on the video link, not quite ready to face the truth.

The video started, and she watched in disbelief as the woman in the video started farting with increasing intensity. It was disgusting, but something about it was also... arousing. Her mind reeled as she tried to process her emotions. Was this what you found appealing about her? Did she turn you on with her own farts?

Feeling both violated and curious, she decided to confront you. Steeling her nerves, she walked into your room, ready to demand an explanation. But as she saw you, she froze. You were sitting on the bed, eyes glued to the screen, your face flushed with excitement.

"I... I found out about your fart fetish," she stammered, brokenly. "Why would you want something like that?"

Your eyes met hers, and there was a mixture of shame and desire in your gaze. "I don't know," you murmured. "It's just... powerful. It's like I can't control myself when I smell them."

She swallowed hard, trying to process this information. A part of her wanted to run away from you, from this strange and disturbing part of you. But another part was intrigued, and she found herself asking, "Would you like to try... with me?"

Her heart was pounding as she spoke the words, but she watched your face light up with anticipation. Slowly, she began to unbutton her jeans shorts, revealing the soft flesh beneath. The air was thick with tension as she took a deep breath and let out a small fart.

"Do you like that?" she asked, her voice trembling.

You nodded fervently, unable to tear your eyes away from her. She took off her shorts, revealing her panties, and then slowly slid them down to her ankles. The smell of her farts was starting to fill the room, and she could feel the heat in her cheeks.

"Now what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You looked at her, your eyes filled with desire and need. "I want to smell your farts," you said, your voice hoarse. "I want you to make me cum with your farts."

And so, she began to fart for you, naked and exposed before you. With each passing moment, the intensity of her farts grew, and she watched as you struggled to contain your arousal. She farted with her eyes closed, savoring the feeling of letting go, of giving you what you needed.

As she felt her orgasm building, she opened her eyes and looked at you. The sight of your face, flushed with desire and covered in sweat, sent shivers down her spine. And then, with a moan of ecstasy, she came, her body shaking as she farted for the last time.

You collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, your eyes fixed on hers. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

She smiled softly, feeling a strange sense of connection with you. Despite the strangeness of your fetish, she knew that you had trusted her enough to let her in on this intimate part of yourself. And in that moment, she realized that their bond was stronger than ever before.

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