your girlfriend has suggested something new for tonight. although you're hesitant at first, you trust her wholeheartedly, so you're willing to take the risk. so here you are, laying on your bed, hands cuffed to the headboard and a comfortable, short spreader bar between your knees. a small silicon vibrator is inserted inside of you, the outside wrapping up and around, hugging overtop of your clit. your girlfriend stands off to the side of the bed, admiring your restrained form.
she takes your antsy expression as her cue to begin clambering on top of the bed, turning around so her knees are on either side of your head with her sumptuous, round ass hovering just above you. simply having that hypnotic, plump backside in your face is enough to stave off some nervousness, replaced with excitement and arousal, itching to plunge your face into the soft, squishy cleavage of her ass. sensing your eagerness, she lowers her body down and engulfs the lower half of your face, your mouth fully smothered and your nose propped right up against the squishy vale that was her crack, leaving your eyes free to ogle at her plush cheeks.
your eyes catch the movement of her arm coming up to show off her phone, the screen displaying an app to control the vibrator currently inside you. this is, of course, what you two had planned -- but currently being in this position, one step away from the main event, you feel your anxiety ramping back up. what if i don't like it? what if it's gross? what if-
all those "what if"s were cut short of their spiraling with a hot rumbling from her ass, something you felt and heard before you smelled, and not just against your face -- her thumb pressed the on button on the app simultaneously, sending a jolt through your clit. the stench hit you shortly thereafter, pungent and ripe, eliciting a gasp and an unexpected gush of your salivary glands. your legs jerk involuntarily, hips bucking, the spreader bar keeping your now rapidly leaking pussy exposed. she leers over her shoulder, smug look evident in her eyes, taking in your flustered expression. you're humiliated at just how much this was turning you on, but for now, you could blame it on the vibrator.
she lets the pause afterward drawl on, the smell fully dissipated, vibe turned off, making you wait for your next. which made you realize, you were actually waiting. for more clitoral stimulation or another fart in your face, or both, you weren't quite sure. she doesn't leave you hanging for long though, in all her grace. another heady, poignant rip was purring up your nostrils, rancid, muggy air warming up your nasal canal, seeping into your olfactory plate and dripping down your throat, coupled with another activation of the vibe. you outright moan this time, sniffing deeper, trying to soak in as much of the hot reek as possible. you're certainly dripping onto the sheets by now, your brain fogging up.
the nearly nonstop barrage from her ass and the pleasant stimulant against your clit has your brain forming a connection between huffing your girlfriend's farts and sexual arousal that she's sure to abuse in the future.
finally, you feel her pressing the vibe more firmly into your clit, her other hand reaching down to squeeze the fatty tissue of one of her cheeks more snugly against your nose, keeping you firmly trapped. there's a brief silence, interrupted by a loud, foreboding gurgle from her stomach.
"you're gonna love this next one... do you want it, baby? tell me you want it."
your hyperaroused brain, thoroughly blanketed in a thick haze of her nasty gas, could only conjure up one begging answer at the moment. "yes, please. yes, i want it. i want it so bad, please."
satisfied with your response, she pushes out a long, intense, gut-relieving fart that ends with tapered sputtering against your nose, the rancid stench humid in your nostrils and steaming up you face while she turns on both the vibe's clitoral and g-spot stimulation. the overwhelming sensory overload that was the poignant scent, the bassy, bubbling noises, and the vibrating both from her ass and the toy has you reaching a twitching, moaning climax, involuntarily yanking on your handcuffs and straining against the spreader bar, still baring your vulnerable, weeping pussy to your girlfriend's lecherous gaze. you come down from your high, woozily basking in the lingering fetor, marinating your face under her swampy, meaty ass. there will be no fighting the wetness that seeps into your panties whenever she farts around you now
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