Martina had always been the life of the party. She had an infectious laugh, a contagious smile, and a body that seemed to radiate heat. Her big, lush breasts were the perfect handful, and her round ass was always gyrating to the rhythm of the music. But there was one thing about Martina that made her stand out from all the other girls at the party - she loved to fart.
Martina was sipping on her third margarita when she felt that familiar tightness in her gut. She grimaced slightly and tried to hold it in, but the pressure was too much. With a loud, persistent, and undeniably sexy noise, Martina broke wind right there in the middle of the party. The sound was so loud that everyone turned to look at her, including the handsome guy she'd been dancing with just a minute ago.
Martina looked around sheepishly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. Feeling slightly bolder now, she let out another loud fart - this one so powerful that her white skirt billowed up around her waist, revealing her shapely legs and the dimples on her cheeks. The crowd gasped in unison, their eyes transfixed on the sight before them.
Slowly, Martina let her skirt fall back down, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. Her wet pussy glistened in the dim light of the party, and she could feel the heat radiating off her horny body. She strutted over to the handsome guy, who couldn't take his eyes off of her, and whispered in his ear, "How about a little private room action?"
He didn't need to be asked twice. They disappeared into one of the guest bedrooms, and Martina locked the door behind them. She turned around slowly, her skirt whispering against her legs as she moved, "Why don't you have a seat on the bed?" She purred, pointing at the large, plush bed in the center of the room.
He did as he was told, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving Martina's perfect ass in that skirt. She walked over to him slowly, her hips swaying sensually, and climbed onto his lap, letting her wet pussy grind against his hardened cock through their clothes.
"Now, fuck me," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck, ready for his take. And take he did - their tongues danced against each other's lips, their hands roamed over each other's bodies, feeling up every inch of skin.
Finally, Martina pulled away, leaving him panting. She stood up, reached back, and pulled her skirt up over her hips, revealing her panty-less ass once again. She turned around slowly, shaking her hips, and smacked her round ass, letting out a long, loud, and exceedingly sexy fart. His cock twitched inside his pants as he watched helplessly.
"Now," she purred, "you can have me."
