The Assassin of Angie's Ass
Angie, a gorgeous woman with a tight ass, invited someone into her home for an intimate encounter. She knew that this individual enjoyed the stench of her farts, and she was more than willing to oblige him. As she sat down on her sofa, she felt something pinching her, so she pressed her ass against the cushion to squash it. But the teasing didn't stop; whatever was there was still wriggling.
Curious, Angie leaned forward and spread her cheeks apart to reveal what was on her ass: a crucifix! It seemed her anonymous admirer had gone to great lengths to prepare this surprise for her. Angie giggled and played along, taking in the sight of a crucified asshole on her ass. She could feel the man's whole body pressed against her buttocks, his head right in the middle, pushing into her hole.
With a wicked grin, Angie began to push wet gasses into his mouth, enjoying the way he writhed in pleasure and discomfort. She couldn't help but continue, even when he begged for mercy. The stench of her farts was so strong and wet that despite his arousal, he felt terrified. Angie didn't care; she was relishing in her power over him.
As she continued to bombard him with more bass farts, Angie felt them hit him in the face, how exciting. Finally, she sat on him and crushed him beneath her gas-soaked ass, marking the climax of his crucifixion. Angie laughed heartily, feeling empowered by her actions. She knew that this encounter would be one he would never forget.
After all, the pleasure she derived from seeing him in such a vulnerable position was something truly unique to Angie's ass.
