She was naked, playfully dancing around while farting constantly. Her sweats were halfway down, her cheeks rippling like a cartoon character. Then she stripped and moved to the bathtub. Even lying down in a cobra position, her butt was partially above the water. The lapping of her ass created waves in the water. Everything was bubbly and wet, the regular tub more like a Jacuzzi with the jets on high.
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She was wearing a red pair of lacy underwear, occasionally pulling them down halfway, teasing the ass flappers—creating quite the racket—and stench. Fucking blasts, real good sexy, brassy farts were coming from her through fat cheeks. It was heaven.
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She was wearing a white dress so short you could see her crack—and no underwear. Extra long farts ripped through her naked cheeks with barely any time in between. It was one blast after another—like she was constantly churning gas. Every time she let one rip, it was like a symphony and, to this day, probably is the most beautiful orchestration of all time.
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She spread her cheeks afar and was up super close. Little toots came into the world in a fast succession of each other, leaving little time to catch a breath. But unlike most small toots, they were confident. She was proud of the effect just tiny toots were having. Then, once complacent, she ended it with a loud airy fart, playfully teasing for the impact her farts have had.
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She farted hard and long. Her gas was always loud and explosive, but it was extra juicy today. She was lying on her stomach reading (a girl who reads and has a fart kink come on) while only wearing white underwear. She ripped wet fart after wet fart, and an hour later, the fart juices had soaked through the underwear entirely.
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The girls wore skin-coloured pantyhose with holes in the butt from frequent farting. They blasted gross, rank farts, putting their asses together and farting in unison. Then they started making out, the one girl straddling the other while still producing flurries of gas.
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The gas had been building for days, but she could finally feel it bubbling up. Finally, she blew, letting out a light sigh after each burst and moaning when she got a whiff. When she finished (in both ways), she alternated between huffing, fatigued after pushing out so much and letting out loud moans because she was so hot for herself.
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She was wearing just pink underwear and ripping wet sloppy farts, making the fabric go dark and not stopping despite the wetness leaking. The farts were bubbling inside the underwear, all damp and gross, even visible outside. As more farts came, the panties got wetter and wetter, dripping onto the floor.