A Sultry Revenge Farting Session in Tight Jeans
Belinda walked through the door, her workday behind her. She kicked off her heels and sighed, feeling the tension melt away. Her eyes fell on Mali, who was eagerly waiting for her arrival, her body shivering with anticipation.
"Well, well, well," Belinda purred, strutting over to Mali with a wicked grin. "Looking eager, aren't you?"
Mali nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with need. Belinda chuckled softly and motioned for Mali to follow her into the bedroom. As they entered, Belinda's heart raced with excitement. This was going to be good.
Mali hesitated at the door, sensing what was coming next. With a smirk that could only be described as predatory, Belinda turned around, her jean-clad ass practically wagging in the air. Mali's mouth watered as she watched Belinda's ass, her eyes tracing the faded lines of the waistband.
"Get over here, Mali," Belinda commanded, her voice low and seductive. "It's time for a little payback."
Mali swallowed hard and walked over to Belinda, her heart thudding in her chest. She knelt down before her mistress, her eyes never leaving Belinda's ass.
"You're going to love this, Mali," Belinda purred, her voice a husky whisper. "I'm going to sit on your face in these tight jeans, and I'm going to let you have it."
With that, Belinda slowly lowered herself down onto Mali's face, her weight pressing down on her nose and mouth. She moaned softly as Mali's warm breath caressed her wet, hairy pussy.
"I'm going to fart on your face, Mali," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "And you're going to love every single stinky second of it."
Mali gasped for air, her lungs burning as she struggled to breathe with Belinda's ass pressed so tightly against her face. She hated the jeans, hated how they clung to Belinda's soft, round cheeks, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins.
Belinda smiled, feeling the warmth of Mali's breath against her sensitive skin. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air. And then, without warning, she unleashed a torrent of farts onto Mali's eagerly waiting face.
Mali sputtered and gagged as the first wave of farts hit her, the sour, smelly air invading her nostrils and mouth. She tried to push herself away, but Belinda's weight held her in place.
"You like that, don't you, Mali?" Belinda purred, her voice dripping with sweet venom. "You like the way my ass smells, don't you?"
Mali nodded weakly, her eyes watering from the stench. She felt like she was going to be sick, but she couldn't deny the arousal that coursed through her body.
Belinda grinned, feeling the power she held over Mali. She leaned forward slightly, her weight pushing down on Mali's nose and mouth, her farts enveloping Mali in a cloud of putrid air.
"Tell me," she whispered, her voice low and threatening. "Tell me how much you love the way I smell."
Mali whimpered, her voice shaking with need and humiliation. "I love the way you smell, Mistress," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
With a satisfied smile, Belinda pulled herself off Mali's face, allowing her to gasp for air. She stood up, her jeans clinging to her ass, and slowly walked towards the bed.
"Get on the bed," she commanded, her voice still low and seductive. "I'm not finished with you yet."
Mali climbed onto the bed, her heart racing with anticipation. She looked up at Belinda, her eyes filled with need and desire. This was what she lived for, this moment of complete submission to her mistress.
Belinda grinned, feeling the power she held over Mali. With a sultry smile, she climbed onto the bed, straddling Mali's chest. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air.
"Are you ready for more, Mali?" she whispered, her voice low and threatening.
Mali nodded, her eyes locked on Belinda's. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't wait to feel those smelly farts on her face again.
With that, Belinda leaned forward, her farting ass hovering over Mali's face. She let out a long, slow sigh, relishing the sensation of her warm, farting ass enveloping Mali's face once again.
"Just keep breathing, Mali," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You're going to love every single stinky second of this."
