Pauline's Ass - You are far away in college but get all my best farts anyway avi

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Pauline's Ass - You are far away in college but get all my best farts anyway avi

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You are far away in college but get all my best farts anyway avi

As you settled into the plush green chair, your body heaved with each passing moment. The gaseous pressure building up within you was almost unbearable, but you had to maintain your composure. After all, you were on the phone with your step-son—the very person who had been fantasizing about hearing your farts for months.

Your shiny leopard print pants were stretched taut across your ample behind, accentuating every rumble and gurgle of your gaseous torment. The double toned, two-toned farts that were currently ripping through your insides were some of the worst you'd ever experienced, but you couldn't let him know that.

"Hello? Are you still there?" Your voice was thick with gas, making it hard to form words properly. You cleared your throat and tried again. "Sorry about that. I just... uh... I'm feeling a bit under the weather today."

You hoped he bought your excuse; after all, it wasn't entirely untrue. Your period had left you feeling bloated and nauseous, making it almost impossible to contain your gaseous torment. But there was another reason why you were so gassy—the dinner date that had left you doubled over in pain earlier in the evening.

"Oh really? Well, I hope you feel better soon," he said, his voice tinged with concern. The truth was, he wasn't concerned about your well-being at all. In fact, he was secretly thrilled that you were so gassy. The sound of your farts turned him on like nothing else, and he'd been jerking off non-stop since receiving your call.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," you replied, trying to keep the conversation light. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you thought about how he must be frantically masturbating right now, his mind filled with thoughts of your gaseous exploits.

You continued to talk about mundane topics, all the while releasing a steady stream of farts into the phone line. The sound of your gaseous torment was driving him wild, and he couldn't wait to hear more. Every now and then, you would pause mid-sentence to let out a particularly loud or bubbly fart, much to his delight.

As the conversation drew to a close, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. You were finally alone, free to let out all your gas without fear of judgment or embarrassment. You couldn't wait to give yourself over to the gaseous torment that had been building up inside you all night.

"Well," you said, trying to sound casual, "I should probably go. It's been nice talking to you." You reached over and hung up the phone, not realizing that you had forgotten to hang up properly.

On the other end of the line, your step-son was frozen in place, his hand still clutching his phone. He couldn't believe his ears—the sound of your gaseous torment was still echoing through the phone line. He was in a state of euphoria, his mind filled with thoughts of your gaseous exploits.

Little did he know that you were still sitting there, alone in your apartment, releasing fart after fart into the empty room. You talked to yourself out loud about how the gas was going to last all night long, how you couldn't stand period farts because they were extra dirty and gross sounding.

But for him, it didn't matter. He was already jerking off for the second time that night, his mind filled with images of you alone in your apartment, letting out the most intense gas he'd ever heard. The thought of it made him shudder with pleasure, his fingers working faster and faster on his erect cock.

As the night wore on, you finally managed to fall asleep, your body finally freed from the gaseous torment that had been plaguing you all evening. Little did you know that your step-son was still listening to your farts echo through the phone line, his mind filled with thoughts of your gaseous exploits.

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