Long Toe Sally watched carefully as the man on the other end of the video chat began to jerk off, his eyes locked onto her ample behind. She could feel the heat radiating off his laptop screen, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Tell me more about this bubble butt obsession of yours," she purred, adjusting her position on the comfortable couch in her cozy apartment. "You seem to love every inch of it, including the gas that comes out."
"Oh, I do love the smell of your farts," he admitted eagerly, fingers moving faster over his erection. "And that creaking sound you make when you let one loose? It's like music to my ears."
Long Toe Sally let out a soft giggle, feeling flattered by his admiration. "Well then, maybe I should make some more for you right now," she teased, giving her behind a gentle squeeze.
As if on cue, she let out a loud fart into the microphone, enjoying the way it echoed through the room. "There you go, sweetheart," she said triumphantly. "That's the sound of your door creaking open."
The man on the other end of the call moaned loudly, his hand jerking faster over his cock as he imagined himself inside her ass. "Oh god, yes! I love it when you do that to me."
Long Toe Sally smiled to herself, taking a moment to savor the power she held over this man. She watched him closely, her eyes trailing down to his hands and the way they were working his cock. It was almost enough to make her feel guilty for what she was about to do next.
"Tell me," she asked softly, "have you ever wanted to see what's on the other side of those jeans?"
His answer was immediate and emphatic. "Yes! I've dreamed about it!"
Long Toe Sally leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs wide and resting her hands on her ample hips. She could feel the anticipation building inside her as she slowly began to undo the buttons on her jeans.
"You're such a tease," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Long Toe Sally slid her jeans down over her hips, revealing the soft curve of her ass beneath them. She paused for a moment, savoring the look of hunger on his face, before finally slipping her jeans all the way down to her ankles.
"Holy shit," he breathed, his voice cracking. "You're amazing."
Long Toe Sally bit her lower lip, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over her. She wasn't used to being the center of attention like this, but something about the way he looked at her made her heart race.
"Thank you," she whispered, still unable to meet his gaze. "I think it's time you had a closer look, don't you?"
With that, she scooted forward on the couch, pushing her ass towards him. "Come on, baby," she breathed, "I know you want to taste it."
And with that, the man on the other end of the call finally lost control, thrusting his cock deep into the warm, inviting folds of Long Toe Sally's ass. As he began to fuck her from behind, Long Toe Sally could feel the power surging through her veins. This was what she lived for - the feeling of being worshipped by someone who couldn't get enough of her.
As they moved together, Long Toe Sally couldn't help but let out a few more loud farts into the microphone. She loved the way they sounded, and she loved the way they drove this man wild with desire.
As their orgasmic peak approached, Long Toe Sally whispered one last thing into the microphone.
"Remember this, baby," she breathed. "You'll always come back for more of my creaky door."
