I stretched out on the couch in my sundress, nice and comfy… and you know what happens when i relax like this. the gas just slips out of me, soft and gassy, one after another. you’re right there watching my toes wiggle with every little release, imagining what it would be like to be between my legs, under this dress, breathing me in. i don’t even have to say a word to tease you—just my farts, my feet, and the way i let you stare while i make you crave more. this is your front-row seat to my lazy, gassy little show.
