Imagine riding someone, sweaty and flushed as you both moan helplessly while you bounce in desperation.
Suddenly, the person you’re riding burps. You don’t may any mind to it, until they do it again. They keep doing it, small but consistent and mixed with blissful whimpers and grunts. You think maybe they’ve got an upset stomach, so you give their belly a gentle rub to help ease it.
This only makes their burps more prominent, as well as their moans. Something about the way their face contorts when they belch sends electricity through you, and you find yourself bouncing even more vigorously, heat rushing from your crotch all the way up your neck to your face.
The person your riding, interrupted by burping, says they’re going to cum. You follow suit, and it doesn’t take long for the two of you to orgasm with a euphoric back arch and a loud burp. You’re both panting, sweat beading down your faces, smiling dopily. You ask them if they’re feeling okay because of all the burping, and they chuckle lazily.
“That sex was so good that it made me horny enough to get it up. If we did it again, I’d probably burp more.”
Though you’re not sure why, you feel yourself heat up again, and your legs start bouncing once more.












