The party was in full swing when Sashamonae arrived at my place, her handbag clutched tightly in her fist. She'd always been the life of the party, always the center of attention with her bold personality and infectious laughter. But tonight was different - she was here on a mission, a mission to satisfy my kinky fetishes one last time before I tied the knot tomorrow.
I greeted her at the door with a hug and a wink, leading her to the living room where we'd have some privacy. She unpacked her bag, revealing an array of toys and lubes that sent shivers down my spine. Among them was a massive pink butt plug with a shiny tip, and a bottle of fizzy drink that she'd already opened.
"Sashamonae, you're a goddess," I exclaimed, dropping to my knees before her. She giggled, unfastening her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. As she stepped out of her panties, releasing her voluptuous curves to the open air, she took a long swig from the bottle and let out a loud belch.
"Oops, sorry about that," she giggled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. But I wasn't disgusted, not at all. In fact, the smell of her gas filled my nostrils, making my cock twitch in anticipation. "So, are you ready for your gassy handjob, honey?" she asked, grinning wickedly as she reached behind to give me a sultry wink.
I nodded eagerly, positioning my cock at the perfect angle for her to work her magic. As she started jerking me off, her warm hands massaging my shaft while her other hand pressed against my stomach, pushing her gas into me. It was like being filled with warm, bubbly sunshine, and it felt incredible.
"Oh God, Sashamonae," I moaned, my hips bucking against her grip. "You're incredible." She grinned, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "Is this what you wanted, baby? Are you ready to cum all over my hands?"
And just like that, she pushed me over the edge. My whole body shuddered as I shot my load all over her hands, feeling her gassy fumes rush up into my belly. As I caught my breath, she leaned in to give me a kiss, her chest heaving from the effort of holding in her gas.
"Thank you, Sashamonae," I whispered, squeezing her hand appreciatively. She winked, gathering her things into her bag again. "This was one hell of a gassy farewell." With one last wave, she sauntered out of the door, leaving me to clean up the mess she'd made.
