Spreading farts in the locker room

⁣In the deserted locker room, my gut churned, bloated with pent-up gas, begging for release. Horned up and alone, I let loose a barrage of raunchy, porn-star farts, my tight ass clapping with each nasty blast. The air turned ripe with my musky, wet stench, echoing off the lockers. Heart racing, I kept ripping juicy ones, praying no one would catch me in this kinky act. Each filthy fart felt like a XXX-rated explosion, my cheeks quivering as I unleashed the sour, hardcore gas before someone could bust me in my naughty, ass-blasting glory.