Farting Fun in a Summer Dress
As I stepped into my room wearing a delightfully revealing mini dress, I couldn't help but feel a rumble in my tummy. The sun was still shining bright outside, so the heatwave was lingering, making me feel extra gassy. I decided to tease you a bit and see if I could get you all hot and bothered.
Shaking my ass to the rhythm of the music blasting through my speakers, I felt the familiar sensation of trapped wind building up within me. I lifted my dress just enough to tease you with a glimpse of my bare bottom, knowing full well that you couldn't see my panties due to the lack thereof.
The gusts of air that escaped from my tight ass cheeks were anything but subtle. Each one was a loud, bubbly blast that reverberated through the room. I couldn't contain my laughter as I mimicked the sound of my own farts, popping my mouth open and closing in time with the noises.
"Oh, yeah, you like that?" I taunted, knowing all too well that you were imagining those fat farts hitting your face. The thought made me giggle even more.
I continued dancing, moving my hips in circles to help expel the gas that was making me feel so bloated. The dress hugged my curves tightly, accentuating every movement and fart that escaped from my ass. The dress almost seemed to billow outward with each explosive release, making for quite the sight.
I could see the anticipation building in your eyes, and it only fueled my desire to keep farting. The smell of rotten eggs filled the room, making it difficult to breathe. I couldn't resist taking a big whiff of my own stinky farts, savoring the unique scent that only came from me.
"You know you want it," I purred, taking another long, loud fart before stepping closer to you. Our bodies were almost touching now, and the heat from my ass was almost palpable. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against your ear. "What do you think about those farts, huh?"
I could feel your cock twitching in your pants, and it only made me want to fart more. I danced harder, grinding my hips against yours, my dress rising up to reveal just how turned on I was. The gas continued to build up inside me, making me lightheaded and dizzy. But there was no stopping now.
"Take it all in," I breathed, throwing my head back and letting out a long, low fart that echoed through the room. It was glorious. We both moaned at the sheer pleasure of it all.
And that's when I finally let you have it all. I sank down onto your lap, my ass still wearing the dress, and let loose one fat fart after another. The smell was overpowering, but you didn't seem to mind. In fact, you were holding me tighter now, your hands exploring my wet, sweaty body.
I could feel your cock throbbing against my thigh, and it only made me want to fart more. "That's it," I groaned, my voice thick with desire. "Fucking take those hot farts in your face."
You did as you were told, opening your mouth wide and letting me fill it with my stinky gas. The look of pure ecstasy on your face was all the encouragement I needed to keep going until we both collapsed in a heap of sweat and gasps for air.
It had been an unforgettable experience, one that only the Bitter Goddess studio could provide. And trust me, we've got plenty more where that came from.
