A Private Farting Performance with Megan Big Butt
As the elevator doors opened, I stepped out onto a luxurious penthouse floor. The scent of money and luxury wafted through the air, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through my body. I was here for a very intimate and exclusive performance - Megan Big Butt's private farting show.
The room was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. On a large screen at the center of the room, a video started playing. It showed Megan, clad in nothing but black lingerie, strutting her stuff in front of the camera. Her big, round ass swayed hypnotically from side to side, and as she turned around, I caught a glimpse of her flushed cheeks and wild eyes.
Suddenly, Megan let out a loud, raspy fart that echoed through the room. The smell was overwhelmingly putrid, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel aroused by it. She grinned wickedly, her eyes filled with mischief as she continued to let out fart after fart, each one more powerful than the last.
The screen switched to a close-up of Megan's gaping asshole, and I felt my cock twitch in anticipation. She leaned forward, her nose just inches away from the camera, and let out one final, earth-shattering fart. The room was filled with the putrid stench, and I could feel my nostrils burning.
As the video ended, Megan appeared on stage, clad in a sheer gas mask. She was standing over me, her towering figure casting a shadow on the ground. She reached down, grabbed my head, and pulled it close to her asshole. "Smell it," she commanded, her voice muffled by the gas mask. "Smell my farts."
I inhaled deeply, taking in the potent aroma of Megan's farts. It was intoxicating, overwhelming my senses. I could feel my cock throbbing, begging to be released from its confinement. Megan guided my head deeper into her crack, and I could feel her warm, moist farts envelop me like a cloud.
She gyrated her hips, pushing her massive ass against my face. I could feel the vibrations rattle my bones as she continued to emit powerful farts, each one stronger than the last. Tears streamed down my face, but not from the stench - from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
Finally, she released me, and I fell back onto the ground, panting heavily. She removed her gas mask, revealing a satisfied smile on her face. "That was quite the performance, wasn't it?" she asked, her voice still slightly muffled from the mask.
I nodded vigorously, unable to speak through my heavy breathing. "Indeed," I managed to croak out. "That was...unlike anything I've ever experienced."
Megan chuckled, walking over to a chair by the side of the stage. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, sitting down and crossing her legs. The bulge in her panties was unmistakable - she was still flushed with arousal.
"It's not often that I get to perform for such a...dedicated audience," she continued, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "But then again, I don't think I've ever met someone who appreciates my farts quite as much as you do."
I hesitated for a moment before standing up. "You're right," I said, walking over to her. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone fart quite like you."
Megan grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, maybe it's time for a little encore presentation," she purred, standing up and grabbing my hand.
As we made our way back to the bedroom, I couldn't help but wonder - what kind of farts would Megan Big Butt surprise me with next?
