Discover the Hidden Stories of the fart that almost changed my destiny

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