Remember the first time you saw a hot girl in yoga pants, probably sweaty from the gym, on her phone, ignoring you? How the skin tight fabric clung to her plump ass and sculpted legs as she sauntered down the street? And then, that sudden strange urge to get on your knees behind her and bury your nose between those perfect cheeks, inhaling the smell of her post workout ass through that magical stretchy fabric... What if she farted while you had your face buried in there?? How humiliating for you... But for some reason, the thought of receiving her farts was a huge turn on... So aren't you g...

Remember the first time you saw a hot girl in yoga pants, probably sweaty from the gym, on her phone, ignoring you? How the skin tight fabric clung to her plump ass and sculpted legs as she sauntered down the street? And then, that sudden strange urge to get on your knees behind her and bury your nose between those perfect cheeks, inhaling the smell of her post workout ass through that magical stretchy fabric... What if she farted while you had your face buried in there?? How humiliating for you... But for some reason, the thought of receiving her farts was a huge turn on... So aren't you glad that you finally get to fulfil your purpose as a fart sniffing ass slave now? Shut up and get your face back down there, bitch. Sniff up all the nasty gases that leak out of my ass through my yoga pants, it's your sole purpose in life.