Kiara felt the warmth spreading between her thighs as she sat on her boyfriend's lap. She couldn't help but smile at the irony of the situation; he had paid more attention to his new video game than her, and now she was using it to her advantage.
In part one, she had farted on him for ignoring her, but now she was so much into the game that she forgot about him squirming underneath her. She wrapped her legs around his neck and pushed out another wet fart, feeling the warm air fill the room.
"Are you enjoying this?" she asked, her voice muffled by the headset she wore. She knew he couldn't answer, but she wanted him to feel her discomfort. She continued to fart on him, relishing in the power she held over him.
The game was a testament to their relationship, a twisted tapestry of their past interactions. She remembered how he would always come home from work and play his video games, ignoring her needs and desires. But now, she was the one with the power – using his own obsession against him.
She couldn't help but laugh as she watched him struggle underneath her. It was a delicious feeling, knowing that she had finally gotten his attention. And the best part? She was enjoying the game just as much as he was.
As she progressed through the levels, she wondered if he had learned his lesson. Would he treat her better from now on, or would he continue to prioritize his video games over her? Only time would tell.
But for now, she was going to enjoy every moment of this, even if it meant sitting on him for hours. After all, it was the price he paid for ignoring her all those years.
