Tierradoll is my stunning, bratty roommate — the girl i’ve been crushing on hard. secretly, i’m obsessed with her farts: the sound, the smell, the way her thick ass unleashes them. valentine’s day was my chance. i gifted her a box of her favorite chocolates… spiked with chocolate laxative. she eats them happily on the couch. the more she eats, the gassier she gets. small puffs turn into deep rumbles, then massive wet blasts that fill the room. every fart makes me slide closer, heart pounding. finally she rips a huge one that shakes everything. i can’t hold back anymore. i look at her and say it straight: “tierra… i have to be real. i love your farts. a lot.” she freezes. shocked. “wait… you like when i fart? seriously?” she laughs, questions me, then her bratty side kicks in. she grabs my hand, pulls me to the bedroom, and says, “let’s see how much you can really handle.” she strips, straddles my face, and unloads everything the laxatives built up. huge, wet, stinking farts blast straight into my mouth and nose. she grinds down hard, making me take every rip deep — down my throat, filling my lungs, no escape. she taunts and laughs the whole time: “you wanted this? sniff it. swallow it. take it all.” by the end, she’s completely in control — showing exactly how far her roommate will go for her gas. real farts. real domination. real obsession.
