Muscle God could you please use my face as your chair? I want your muscle farts in my mouth.
Looks like some little faggot didn’t know what he was asking for. This isn’t the kind of offer you can renege on. I’d say next time you should be more careful, but let’s be clear, you won’t have a next time. You belong to me now. Or more specifically, your head belongs to the space between my cavernous ass cheeks. I saw the way your nose twitched when I walked into the room. I haven’t even really started yet and my latent musky aura already is pulling out physical reactions. I can’t say I’m disappointed. The last fag didn’t make it past my first blast of manly air, I didn’t even get to turn around before he was passed out on the ground. He didn’t get to enjoy what I did after that. But maybe it’s for the best. You seem even more eager than he did and not nearly as nervous. Alright boy, stick your tongue out. Daddy’s gassy hole is firing directly onto your pathetic tastebuds. Feel that? Do you feel the power as I grunt my dominant alpha wind into your mouth? You’ll never taste anything but my glorious farts ever again. That’s it, grab onto my meaty thighs. Feel them flex and strain as my legs press you against the wall, deeper and deeper into my ass. Fuck I can feel my farts opening your throat up, flexing my gargantuan arms as you take hit after hit. Oh you definitely lasted longer than the last little gas pig. But no one ever makes it to the finale. It’s a shame too, I bet you’d cream your fucking tightie whities while you watched me flex out THAT gas. But I needed this. I’m so glad some moronic little boy with a death wish knew that my godly farts were worth the agony.
