this but also she sniffs her fingers after

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this but also she sniffs her fingers after
Fuck relationships. I just want a lap dance from a gassy girl honestly.
the girl i’m seeing threatened to fart on me and i had to pretend to be disgusted😕
I wish i had a gassy girlfriend who farted on my face and mouth whenever she wanted
Fuck relationships. I just want a lap dance from a gassy girl honestly.
horny ): someone come over and fart with me until we get so worked up our hands wander each other’s bodies as we make out, only pausing to push out another fart
Fuck relationships. I just want a lap dance from a gassy girl honestly.
I don't think I could ever ask for it, but the heart longs for a girl who's so embarrassingly gassy that she sometimes farts loud and "proud", regardless of polite company...getting all blushy and going "Sorryyyyy" with a guilty little smirk because she genuinely just couldn't bear to hold it in, and she's got a well deserved reputation for tooting. She might even crack off another one while I'm in the middle of playfully rebuking her for the first!
I post daily on OF so I don’t post as much here… but omfg I just ripped this one and had to share lol
This is the kind of content you’ll get on my OF every day🤭
Was it a good one? 🥹
really wanna tease a shy gassy girl.
hold her close, rubbing her tummy, encouraging her to let out all the gas she’s holding in.
she’d be so cute, unable to hold eye contact with me, burying her face in her hands, whining in protest with red cheeks burning from embarrassment.
i wanna coo at her all gently once she finally starts pushing farts out onto my lap, praising her for how they sound and smell.
giggling as she gets visibly more flustered by the second, kissing her all over for being so adorable.
commenting on the noticeably louder farts, “that was such a big one! that must have felt good huh?”
wanna feel how wet she’s getting despite her embarrassment, and wanna make her feel so good for sharing her farts with me. 🩷.
First date stomach troubles!! (gassy femsub story)
Imagine you’re on a first date with a cute girl. You two have been talking for a couple of weeks and decided to take the next step in your relationship. You plan to go to a restaurant and a movie afterwards, deciding to watch an action movie you both wanted to see.
You pick her up, she’s wearing that cute dress she knows you like, it shows off her figure more. You make glances at her as you two talk in the car while you drive, noticing how she’s rubbing her stomach. She’s told you she has stomach issues, but you never thought much of it.
You arrive at the restaurant, nothing too fancy. You two sit down and have a nice conversation. You order a burger and fries while she ordered a chicken Alfredo with extra sauce. You question her, but she says she couldn’t help herself. Halfway through the meal you can see she’s beginning to struggle, but she insists that she’s alright. Though, her constant belly rubbing tells you otherwise.
You pay for the meal, since you can and want to treat her, before leaving to go to the movie theatre. It’s only down the street, so you decide to walk. You take her hand in yours as you walk, glancing down to notice her stomach beginning to bloat against the dress. You’re really glad she picked your favorite dress. You can tell by the look on her face she’s trying so hard to hold back and suffering for it. You give her a slight squeeze on her hand, making her give you a nervous smile. During the walk you can hear her letting out small farts that she hopes to god you don’t hear. You don’t let her know that you have great hearing.
You make it to the movie theatre, she’s squirming more than she was before. She quickly states she’s going to the restroom before shuffling off. Leaving a few silent bombs behind her. You happily pay for both of your tickets and popcorn, getting her favorite soda as well. When she comes back out she looks much more relived, but you can still see how bloated she is.
You go into your designated theater and sit in the middle, some of the best seats. The theater begins to fill with more and more people until the theater is almost full. The movie starts and you both begin stuffing your faces with popcorn. On top of that, she begins drinking her soda. In no time she begins squirming in her seat as her stomach bloats even more. She attempts to relive the gas a bit by burping quietly into her fist, but it’s no use.
Every time a loud scene comes on the screen she lets a big bassy one rip into the leather cushion. It muffles the sound, but god does it reek. She blushes of embarrassment as others around her complain about the smell, while you stroke her thigh and watch the movie with a smile. Secretly inhaling her gas.
Whenever a silent scene plays that’s when she has to fart the most. Out of the corner of your eye you watch her bite her lip and close her legs to contain her gas. Though at one of the scenes one accidentally slips out of her, wet and bubbly against the seat. She gasps and covers her mouth in embarrassment while you quietly chuckle and comfort her.
The best part is that she keeps eating the popcorn and drinking her soda, cause how could she not? You paid for them, she’d feel bad if they went to waste. You also keep offering her some, cause you feel like she just hasn’t eaten enough.
When the credits begin to roll she begs you to not stay for the end-credits scene, but you insist that you have to. So she waits with you, her squirming becoming worse as she whimpers quietly. It’s like music to your ears. After the end-credits scene, which was totally worth it, she gets up quickly and leaves the theater. Making you trail behind as she takes another bathroom break before leaving.
You decide to wait for her outside, which doesn’t take as long as you thought it would. She comes out, looking disappointed and still bloated. You ask what’s wrong but she says it’s not important. You then ask if she wants to go back to your place. She bites her lip, debating in her mind on if she should say no. Ultimately she says yes because she wants to spend more time with you.
In the car she warns you about her stomach issues again, saying they’re flaring up. You’re tempted to tease her about it, but decide to comfort her instead. You tell her that it’s okay if she needs to release any gas, you won’t judge. She looks relieved at your words and thanks you as you drive back to your place.
You continue to talk with your hand on her thigh as you drive. She looks out the window the whole time as she rubs her stomach. You go to say something but are interrupted by a deep, bubbly rumbling in the passenger seat. She blushes and hides her face, squeaking out a small apology as you give her a lighthearted laugh. You rub and squeeze her thigh in comfort, continuing to talk like nothing happened.
This happens a few more times, each one becoming longer and bassier than the last. She even moans softly when one of them comes out. Each time she apologies and offers to roll down the window, but you tell her it’s fine. You don’t mind the smell at all.
You drive into your driveway and park the car, lingering in the car for a moment to watch her exit. But as she getting out, another wet and juicy one rips from her ass, lifting up her skirt a little. And you have front row seats to the private viewing. You instinctively inhale the smell before quickly leaving to not rouse any suspicion. You are so glad you lingered.
Once inside the house you decide to cuddle on the couch side by side while watching a show neither of you care about. You have an arm over her shoulder as she leans onto you, still rubbing her stomach. As she grows more comfortable, she begins releasing deep rumbling belches. She quickly fans them away as she apologizes. You reward her with a kiss on the head, which she can’t help but smile at. Each time she lets out a wretched burp or room clearing fart you give her a kiss. Instead of whispering soft apologies she begins giggling and letting out soft moans.
For a moment the gas stops as she starts to whimper and squirm softly. You ask if she’s okay and she says that there’s a hard one to push out. You offer to help and she looks at you confused, but you ask her to trust you. She nods, allowing you to move her into a more comfortable position.
You lay her down on the couch while laying behind her, her back pressed up against your chest as her ass rubs against your crouch. You then place your hand on her bloated stomach, beginning to massage gently. She moans as her face turns bright red, whimpering as she instinctively presses up against you. You can feel her stomach grumble underneath your working fingers, the gas pressing up against her poor belly. She tries to say a quick warning before your fingers press against the right spot as it sends a hot, rumbling fart right against you. You feel the vibrations against your crotch and you can’t help but get turned on.
She says she’s sorry and tries to move away, but you keep her there. You plant kisses on her neck and shoulder as you continue to press down on her bloated stomach. She moans and whimpers, squirming every once in a while as bassy and wet farts escape her ass while deep guttural bleaches erupt from her mouth. With the magic of your hands, her gas rings out freely.
The rest of the night is full of soft kisses and large bubbles of gas. It takes over an hour to get her bloating to calm down, letting her finally relax. She turns over and kisses you as a thank you. You invite her to spend the night, since it’s already late. She agrees, the both of you getting ready to sleep and sharing your bed for the night. As you hold her in your arms, you begin to drift off to sleep…
That is, until she begins ripping major ass whiling dreaming about you <3
An underrated phrase has to be 'They're usually not this bad.'
"They're usually not this bad."
She says, gripping the arm of her metal chair to minimize the visual trembling from her caramel brownie sundae-powered rumblers at the Ice Cream Parlor. She mentally pats herself on the back for choosing the the far corner outdoor seating...This time.
She huffs to herself with a pout, a hazy flush on her face as her large birthday cake cold brew latte has her toots coming out so warm, it's causing condensation to form on the metal walls of the elevator. Thankfully she's always the first to arrive in the office, the elevator will air out before people start flowing in. Always does.
She drunkenly mutters into her hand, faking that she left her phone at the table to separate from the girls and drop a few bombs, the deep, bassy, bubbly ones are quick to heat up the cushioned both seat. It should be illegal for edm clubs to serve Veggie Samosas, practically a war crime that they're actually good too.
She mutters under her breath as she feels all of her cheek meat rippling from a seemingly endless guttural fart roaring through her sleep shorts-covered rear. Bar crawl hangover aside, she's appreciative of the loud ass semitruck 'covering' for her at the red light of the crosswalk she's trying to clear. She can smell that they, at some point, went to Buffalo Wild Wings, as per tradition when they get blackout drunk. She's so out of it it hasn't even occurred to her that she's on autopilot, heading towards the big golden arches with her go-to breakfast order subconsciously ready.
She groans, the third or fourth comforter rippling fart did the trick in waking her up, her phone screen reading the time and April 21st. She glances at her desk to see the carnage of emptied pre roll tubes and about two bags from different local pizza joints.
Your slob of a roommate who loves sleeping in your bed and loves waking you up with their morning gas.
Imagine
You walk back into the apartment after a long day of work, you head into your room only to find your roommate.
Your pillow in their ass, stains you don't even wanna ask about.
They barely register you're there, as they keep sleeping but the smell alone is enough as a warning.
You gently shove them awake.
They peak an eye open at you. "Oh hey,"
They slowly move the pillow and and places it next to them and pats it, gesturing for you to lay down with them.
"Really helps me release gas." They chuckle.
Despite your protests, they pull you down away.
Your head lands on the pillow just as their stomach gurgles again.
Under the blanket, unashamedly they let out a stinky fart. Maintaining eye contact.
You feel the blanket heat up significantly, you realized what had just happened and before you can scold them.
They do it again and they cover your head with the blanket.
The next morning all you see is black and feel a heavy weight on your face. And the stench? Oh gosh, it reeks.
"Remember what I did to that pillow?" They grunt. "About to be you in a few minutes. But you don't mind right?"
You want to argue, tell them otherwise but a sputtering fart escapes them and goes down your throat.
"Ah," They moaned. "That burned. Knew I shouldn't have drank that coffee."
Your eyes widened in horror, of course they had coffee.
That always gave them the worse gas, kept them in the bathroom for hours.
That thought that they might be on your face for hours alone made your heart race.
And as much as you hate it... you couldn't help but sniff as another one came out.
i am having the wettest hottest and rankest farts right now. i let one out bare cheeked on my bed and legit had to check to make sure i didn't shit myself.
"Oh baby, you're fine, I promise"
"Sounds like you really needed that"
"Does your stomach feel better now?"
"It's perfectly natural, don't worry about it"
"Don't hold it in for my sake, I know it hurts to"
"I'm just glad to know you're not in pain anymore"
"I can rub your belly to help get more of those out, if you'd like"
"Honey, I've heard you fart in your sleep countless times now – it's alright"
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❗️❗️This post contains: farting (in water), bloating, belly noises
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Your FC has had a long, hard day. Finally relieved to come home and unwind with a nice hot bath. They take their time, ensuring the water is steamy, filled with bubbles, and the most luxurious bath salts to soothe their tense muscles.
Slipping down into the water, FC sighs with relief, head lulling back, eyes drifting closed - they deserve this. They've worked so hard today, and they deserve the time to relax. But by the time they open their eyes, the bubbles have already dissolved, the water is cooling down, and their muscles still ache - no, their muscles... their belly hurts!
all farts are sexy but there’s something about the deep, bassy, disgustingly sloppy ones that make my pussy clench. feeling one of those rumble against my nose and mouth would send me to heaven