The Perfect Night for Farting and Face Sitting
As the night fell, I found myself alone in my room, in need of some excitement. My mind wandered to the idea of having a fart slave at my disposal, one who would be completely devoted to my every whim. I decided to buy a new teddy bear, hoping it would suffice as my fart slave for the evening.
I spent hours selecting the perfect teddy bear, one that was soft, cuddly, and most importantly, big enough to support my weight. Once I finally found the perfect one, I couldn't wait to put it to use. I spent the rest of the night imagining myself sitting on its face, farting directly into its nostrils while teasing it with my pussy.
Finally, the moment arrived. I grabbed the teddy bear and placed it on the floor in front of me. I slowly lowered myself onto its chest, feeling the fluffiness beneath me. I leaned forward, grinding my sex onto its face as I savored the feeling of being on top. My butt was right in front of its nose, and I couldn't resist the urge to let out a loud, stinky fart.
The teddy bear didn't move, and I realized it was doing exactly what I needed it to do. It was the perfect fart slave. I continued to ride my new toy, moving up and down while farting directly into its face. The smell was overwhelming, but I knew it was exactly what the teddy bear desired.
I reached down between my legs, teasing my pussy with the teddy bear's nose. It was soaking wet with excitement, and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. I leaned forward, grinding my pussy onto the teddy bear's face as I continued to fart. The sensation was incredible, and I knew I had found the perfect way to spend my evenings.
As the night went on, I grew bolder. I started to pull my pants down, exposing my bare ass to the teddy bear. The cool air on my skin sent shivers down my spine, and I knew the teddy bear was loving every minute of it. I reached back, spreading my cheeks open, and letting out the most massive, stinkiest fart I could muster.
The teddy bear shook underneath me, and I knew it was doing everything it could to please me. I continued to ride my fart slave, pushing it to its limits as I explored the sensations between my legs. The teddy bear's face was covered in sweat and saliva, and I couldn't be happier.
Before I knew it, the sun was rising, and my adventure was over. I climbed off my teddy bear, feeling a sense of loss. But I knew I would be back, ready to indulge in another night of face sitting and farting. Until then, I stored my new toy in the corner of my room, waiting for the next time I needed a good fart slave.
