Nola's Naughty Nasty Natural Gas
Nola's Gassy Fart Massage Part 3
The tension in the air was palpable as Nola's eyes locked onto mine. I couldn't believe I had been caught red-handed, my nose buried in her cheeks, saturated by the intoxicating aroma of her farts. Her face revealed a mix of emotions - shock, disgust, and disbelief. But just as I thought it was over, her phone lit up with a message. She read it, paused, and looked back at me with a smirk. "Oh you're serious, huh?" she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Before I could respond, she let out a long, loud, and stinky fart right in my face. It was the smelliest one yet, filling my nostrils and making my eyes water. Without missing a beat, she continued, "Alright then, fart lover. You've asked for it." She leaned back against the wall, spread her legs wide, and released a torrent of gas into the air.
The room was soon filled with the pungent aroma of her farts, but I couldn't help myself. I inhaled deeply, my body craving the unique scent that only Nola could produce. My cock, already half-hard from the anticipation of what was about to unfold, grew even harder as I watched her.
She was wearing a short skirt, revealing her plump, round ass cheeks, perfectly framing her tight, little asshole. As she continued to fart, her cheeks hollowed out with each release, accentuating her curves. Her breathing became labored, and she let out a soft moan. It was clear that this wasn't just about satisfying my desires anymore - she was getting off on it too.
When she finally finished, she turned to face me, her eyes full of lust and mischief. Without saying a word, she climbed onto the massage table and positioned herself on all fours, presenting her perfect ass to me. I couldn't believe my luck - she was about to let me worship her farts and her body in the most intimate way possible.
Without hesitation, I got down on my knees between her legs, my face just inches from her wet, pink folds. The smell of her farts was stronger than ever, mingling with the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. I pressed my nose into her perfect little asshole, inhaling deeply as she gasped and moaned above me.
Her fingers dug into the table beneath her as she pushed her hips back, urging me closer. I felt her hot breath against my ear as she whispered, "Take your time, lover. Enjoy every delicious scent and sound." And with that, she released another long, loud, and stinky fart directly into my waiting mouth.
I couldn't believe my luck - Nola was giving me the farting massage of a lifetime. As I devoured her gas, my hands roamed over her smooth, hairless pussy, teasing her clit and entering her slick, hot folds. She moaned loudly, her hips bucking against my hands and mouth.
The room was filled with the sounds of her farts and her gasps for air as she neared climax. I could feel her muscles tense and relax in rhythm with my fingers, their movements perfectly choreographed. And when she finally came, her cries echoing off the walls, I was there to catch every last drop of her sweet nectar.
As we lay there, panting and sweaty, Nola's phone lit up again. She glanced at it, then back at me with a smile. "Looks like I have another admirer," she said, her voice full of amusement. But before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed me passionately. "But you, my dirty little fart lover, are all mine."
