As Rosalia lay on her bed, the cool breeze from the ceiling fan blowing against her skin, she chatted with her friend on the phone. The room was quiet, save for the muffled voices of people outside, and the occasional thump as someone walked past her window. She felt content, her thoughts drifting lazily, until she noticed a faint whiff of something unpleasant in the air.
"Oh god," she moaned into the phone, covering her nose with her free hand. "I think I just farted."
Her friend giggled on the other end. "Well, you can't hide those from me, Rosie."
Rosalia blushed, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. "I wasn't trying to hide it," she protested weakly. "It just slipped out."
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand; it was still early, but she knew who it was.
"It's just my roommate," she said into the phone. "I'll have to call you back."
She ended the call and sat up, pulling the sheet around her as the door opened and her roommate, Adam, stepped inside. He was surprised to find her naked, which only made Rosalia blush harder.
"Oh, hey Adam," she said, trying to act nonchalant. "I didn't know you were coming in."
Adam hesitated, glancing between Rosalia and the door. He could feel his face flush with embarrassment. "I saw your light on," he mumbled. "I thought you might want some company."
Rosalia smiled, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "Thanks, but I was just about to take a nap."
As she lay back down, she couldn't shake the feeling that Adam was still there, watching her. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore him, but that only made the feeling worse. A few minutes later, she felt a sudden, warm rush between her legs. She gasped, her eyes flying open, and saw Adam crouched down beside the bed, his face just inches from her bare ass.
"Adam!" she squealed, sitting bolt upright. "What are you doing?"
Adam's face turned beet red. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered. "I just... I smelled something really interesting. I thought maybe you had a stinky fart or something."
Rosalia's eyes widened. She couldn't believe her roommate was admitting to sniffing her ass like that. A wave of anger and humiliation washed over her.
"Well, you got your wish," she snapped, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his face close to hers. "Since you like sniffing ass so much, why don't you just do it?"
Adam gasped as he felt her hot breath against his cheek. He could smell the sour, acrid stench of her fart, and it was intoxicating. Before he knew what was happening, she pushed his face deep into her ass crack, his nose and mouth filling with the stinky, wet air.
"I can't believe you're doing this," he moaned, his cheeks flushed with shame and arousal. "This is so wrong."
But Rosalia didn't care. She was enjoying the power she had over her roommate, the way he was forced to submit to her every whim. As she let out a long, wet fart, she held his head tight against her ass, making sure he got a good whiff of her stinky, wet farts.
Finally, she pulled his head away and sat up, panting heavily. Adam's face was bright red, his eyes glassy with lust and humiliation. He tried to apologize, but Rosalia cut him off.
"Don't apologize," she said, her voice low and husky. "You're just getting what you deserve."
She pulled him onto the bed, wrapping her legs around him and grinding her wet, stinky ass against his crotch. She watched as he struggled to resist, his eyes pleading with her to stop, but she knew he wouldn't. Not when he was this close to getting what he wanted.
As she farted again, this time right into his mouth, Adam gave in. He begged her to let him taste her farts, to smell her ass, to feel her hot, wet breath on his skin. And Rosalia smiled. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.
