Anal Fart: Must-Have Guide to Effortless Anal Gaping

So the anal fart thing happened last weekend, and honestly I’m still laughing about it with a little blush. We’d been messing around with some new stuff—she was curious about gaping, wanted to see how open she could get—and I was just going with it, fingers slick, one then two, her breathing all shaky and deep. She’s got these big natural tits that sway every time she rocks back, and that ass, man, perfect round and flushed pink from the effort. She climbed on reverse cowgirl, slow at first, then bouncing like she was trying to prove something to herself. Right in the middle of it, when she bore down and stretched wide, this little puff of air slipped out—soft, almost polite. We both froze, then cracked up, and she kept going, pushing harder, and it happened again, louder, and she was grinning over her shoulder, totally unashamed. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down deep, and she rode it out until I finished across her back, both of us a sweaty, giggling mess. It wasn’t some big production, just us being weird and honest, and that’s what made it stupidly hot.