Ets Fart Productions - Farting In Her Trainer's Face 9: Nola Gassy Workout

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Farting In Her Trainer's Face 9: Nola Gassy Workout

As the door to the workout studio opens, a wave of nausea hits you. Not from the smell of sweat and rubber, but from the realization that she's here. Your old co-worker, Nola, who you've been fantasizing about for months. The same girl who left your gym to pursue her dreams of becoming a professional athlete, leaving you with nothing but memories of her perfect ass.



You keep your back turned as she changes into her workout clothes, trying to control your breathing. When you finally muster up the courage to face her, you see she's wearing tight yoga pants that hug her curves like a second skin. You can't help but notice the outline of her gas-filled stomach pressing against the fabric.



Your trainer instincts kick in, and you prepare for the session. You start with warm-up stretches, hoping the movement will help release some of her built-up gas. But it's no use. With every movement, every breath, her ass cheeks clench and release, filling the room with the most intoxicating aroma.



As you guide her through squats and lunges, you can feel the heat radiating off her body. You watch as her stomach expands with each passing minute, knowing that soon enough, she'll be right where you need her.



Finally, you reach the cool-down portion of the workout. Nola lies down on the yoga mat, her face contorted in embarrassment as she lets out a loud, hot fart. You can't help but lean in closer, taking in every last whiff of her intoxicating scent.



She looks up at you, eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Did you do something to my pre-workout?" she asks, her voice shaking. "My stomach's going crazy."



You force a laugh, trying to play it off. "I doubt it," you say, your heart racing. "Probably just lunch."



But you know the truth. You've been secretly slipping her fart-inducing pre-workout supplements for weeks now, slowly building up her tolerance to your addiction. And today, it's all paying off.



As she continues stretching, her ass pulsating with each movement, you can't help but feel a sense of control. You're the one who holds her fate in your hands, the one who decides when she'll let loose another one of her stinky delights.



And let loose she does. Fart after fart, they come, each one stronger and more intoxicating than the last. You can't help but lean in closer, your face inches from her ass, breathing in the sweet, sour smell that's become your new obsession.



This is what heaven feels like, you think to yourself. And you won't stop until she's emptied every last bit of gas from her system.

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