It was the middle of the night when Emma decided to sneak into her boyfriend's room to wake him up with a little surprise. She tiptoed across the hall, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. As she stood over his sleeping form, she couldn't help but smile at how peaceful he looked. Undeterred by the mischievous grin playing on her lips, she lowered herself onto the bed and positioned herself right above his face.
Slowly, she began to release small, innocent farts into the still air. At first, there was no reaction from her boyfriend, but as she continued, the gentle snores began to falter. His eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, he looked around confused. Then, he locked eyes with Emma, and the realization of what was happening dawned on him.
"Emma!" he cried, trying to push himself out of bed. But it was too late. The room was already filled with the unmistakable odor of ass gas. "What have you done?" he asked, wincing as another fart escaped her tightly-clad ass.
Emma giggled, enjoying the look of horror and disgust on his face. "Well, I figured it was the perfect way to wake you up," she said, not missing a beat. She leaned forward, her flat stomach pressing against his chest. "Besides, it's not like you haven't done it to me before," she added, referring to the countless times he'd farted on her face during their intimate moments.
Her boyfriend, still reeling from the unexpected onslaught of farts, struggled to form a coherent response. "That's different," he insisted, waving his hands in front of his face to try and dissipate the smell. "At least I knew what I was doing then."
Emma just laughed and leaned in closer, her face just inches from his. "Come on, admit it," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "You kind of like it, don't you?" She raised an eyebrow challengingly, daring him to deny it.
He sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "Fine," he conceded. "I guess I do." A small smile crept onto his lips, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "But you've got to promise me one thing."
"What's that?" she asked, curious.
"No more face-farting for at least the next five minutes," he pleaded, his eyes closing in anticipation of another round.
Emma grinned mischievously and leaned back, her ass still aimed directly at his face. "Oh, I guess we'll see about that," she said, her voice low and seductive. She pulled her cheeks apart just slightly, inviting him to take a whiff. "How about now?"
She felt him hesitate for a moment before he took a deep breath through his nose. His body tensed up as the foul odor hit him, but he couldn't help but smile. "Alright," he conceded after a moment. "I guess I've been properly woken up."
Emma giggled again, delighted by his reaction. She leaned forward once more, her fart-filled ass hovering just above his face. "Now get ready for a real treat," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. And with that, she released a massive, ripe-smelling fart right into his open mouth.
As he gagged and coughed, trying desperately to get rid of the taste and smell, Emma leaned back, grinning from ear to ear. "That," she said, proudly, "is how you wake someone up using face farts."
