Fabí opened his eyes slowly, still feeling groggy from the blow he had just received. He had been lying on his back for some time now, trying to recover from the beating he had received at the hands of Thay Flores. She arrived home from the gym in a fit of anger, her muscles tense, and her stomach rumbling ominously.
As it turned out, Fabí's predicament was far from over. He found himself on the receiving end of Thay's discomfort yet again, this time in the form of a gaseous storm that seemed to be brewing inside her. Her intestines were churning and bubbling, producing an unmistakable odor that filled the room.
"Thay, what's wrong?" Fabí asked, sitting up slowly. He could feel the weight of his own exhaustion pressing down on him, making it hard to concentrate.
"Nothing," Thay replied, her voice eerily calm. "I just ate a lot of eggs, and my stomach is having a hard time digesting them." She walked over to Fabí, her eyes fixed on him with an intense gaze that made him shiver. "That means you're going to help me feel better, isn't it?"
Fabí swallowed hard, feeling a strange mixture of fear and anticipation rise within him. He knew what was coming next, and yet he couldn't help but submit to her demands. Thay was his mistress, his goddess, and he would do anything to please her.
"Yes, Thay," he whispered, lowering his head in submission. "Whatever you want."
And with that, Thay began to unbutton her pants, revealing the tight, sweaty cloth that covered her ass. She turned around slowly, presenting her backside to Fabí like a tempting fruit. Her muscles rippled under her skin, and he could feel the heat radiating off her body.
"You're going to lick my asshole clean," Thay commanded, her voice low and threatening. "And you're going to love every moment of it."
Fabí hesitated for a moment, looking up at Thay's strong, angular back. He could see the tension in her muscles, feel the tautness of her skin. She was beautiful, powerful, and utterly irresistible.
With a sigh of resignation, Fabí leaned forward and pressed his tongue against Thay's sweaty opening. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and the acrid taste of perspiration filled his mouth. But he pressed on, lapping at her ass like a hungry dog, hoping to please her and avoid any further punishment.
As he worked his tongue against her tight opening, Thay moaned softly, her body starting to relax into Fabí's ministrations. He could feel her intestines churning again, and he braced himself for the onslaught of burning gas that was sure to come.
And sure enough, it did. With a loud rumble, Thay released a torrent of hot, putrid farts into Fabí's mouth and throat. He gagged and choked on the noxious air, feeling like he was being cooked alive from the inside out. But he kept going, unable to resist the command of his mistress.
For what seemed like an eternity, Thay unloaded her discomfort into Fabí's willing mouth. He felt like he was being punished for some unknown sin, but he also knew that this was his place, his purpose in life - to please Thay Flores, no matter what she demanded of him.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Thay released him from his ordeal. Fabí collapsed onto his back, gasping for air and trying to rid himself of the foul taste that lingered on his tongue. He looked up at Thay, who was now standing over him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now you're ready for more."
Fabí groaned, the thought of what might come next making him shudder. But he knew he couldn't resist her. Thay Flores was his mistress, his goddess, and he would endure any trial she demanded of him.
