The Findom Babe's Seductive Farts
As the elevator doors opened, I was greeted by the alluring scent of Sara Bee's farts. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement in my pants as I followed her out, my gaze fixated on her plump behind. She led me to a lavish penthouse suite, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors.
Inside, the room was dimly lit, the only source of light being a series of candles flickering on the nightstand. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could hear the soft sound of her farts as she made herself comfortable on the large king-sized bed.
"Close your eyes," she purred, her voice seductive and hypnotic. "Relax... and breathe in deeply."
I did as she said, taking in deep breaths of her intoxicating scent. It was a mix of lavender and something else, something entirely unique to Sara Bee.
"Good boy," she cooed, running her fingers through my hair. "Now open your mouth..."
I did as she said, and she leaned in close, her warm breath brushing against my lips. I felt her hand slide down my chest, stopping just above my crotch. She gave it a soft squeeze before pulling back with a smile.
"You're already so hard for me," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I love the way you react to my farts."
She shifted her weight on the bed, and I could feel a warm gust of air hit my face. It was the most exquisite thing I had ever experienced. I reached out and touched her thigh, running my fingers up to the hem of her skirt.
"Shall we make a deal?" she asked, looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You can have anything you want, but everything comes at a price."
I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to taste her farts, to feel them on my tongue.
"And what are you willing to pay for that?" she purred, her voice thick with promise. "What price are you willing to put on these farts?"
The room was now filled with the seductive aroma of Sara Bee's farts, each one more intoxicating than the last. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, the anticipation building within me.
"Anything," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything for these farts."
She leaned in closer, her hot breath playing over my lips. "Really?" she purred. "You'll do anything for my farts?"
I nodded eagerly, my eyes locked onto hers. She smiled, a sly grin that made my heart race even faster.
"Alright then," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Let's make a deal."
