Anita Perversa and Luna Gouveia's Revenge on the Nosy Tattoo Artist
As the two models, Anita Perversa and Luna Gouveia, stepped into Daniel's apartment, they couldn't help but feel uneasy. The tattoo artist had given off strange vibes the moment they met him, and now he had the audacity to sniff their asses while masquerading as a simple massage.
Daniel's actions were not only inappropriate but also disrespectful to their profession and personal space. As he offered to massage their thighs and asses, they could feel his tongue-in-cheek request for more intimacy.
However, instead of confronting him at that moment, they decided to let him continue with the massage. Little did he know that this would be his downfall. The women planned on teaching him a lesson he wouldn't forget by making him smell their farts until he begged for mercy.
Once Daniel started sniffing their asses again, Anita and Luna sprang into action. Luna quickly sat on his chest, pinning him down while Anita climbed onto his face, her plump ass hovering over his mouth. "Suck on my asshole," she commanded, and with that, she lowered herself onto his face, allowing her farts to escape his mouth and fill his nostrils.
Daniel pleaded with the women to stop, promising he wouldn't do it again, but they weren't buying it. They knew he was a seasoned pro who had probably done this before, and they weren't going to let him off easily.
Slowly, Luna lifted herself off Daniel's chest and sat on his face, letting loose a torrent of farts that made his eyes water. "You like that, don't you?" she asked mockingly. "You're going to get a taste of our asses, whether you like it or not."
As Luna finished, Anita straddled Daniel's chest, her asshole close enough for him to smell. "Now, it's my turn," she said, lowering herself onto his face. Her farts were even more potent than Luna's, and Daniel could feel himself gagging on the putrid smell.
The women took turns sitting on Daniel's face and farting in his mouth, until they were both spent. Exhausted but satisfied with their revenge, they finally let Daniel apologize and promised not to do their tattoos.
However, the women were not ready to let go of their anger just yet. They made Daniel kneel before them and kiss their asses, begging for forgiveness. But as soon as he did, they farted in his face again, leaving him winded and disoriented.
Finally, after hours of humiliation, the women left Daniel alone, his apartment reeking of farts and regret. As they walked away, they couldn't help but laugh at the look of horror on his face. They knew they had taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget, and they hoped that other women would be spared this kind of treatment at his hands.
