The car ride home was always a special time for Jasmine and her partner. They had a comfortable silence that settled between them as they drove through the city, hands entwined on the steering wheel. But tonight, everything felt tense.
Jasmine had caught him looking at her phone while she was in the bathroom, and she couldn't shake the anger off. He had been watching videos of other girls farting and wetting themselves. What kind of sick pleasure did he get from that?
As they pulled into the garage, she couldn't hold it in any longer. "I can give you the farts at home," she spat out, huffing as she climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her.
He tried to apologize, but she wasn't having it. She turned around, her back to him, hands on her hips. "Just make sure you know what you're getting into," she warned as she stomped off towards the house.
Inside, she let out a long sigh and headed straight for the bathroom. The tension in her body was palpable as she relieved herself, feeling the warm stream of urine hit the water. She was just about to flush when she felt a sudden pressure in her gut.
"Oh no," she groaned, clutching her stomach. It was too late, the fart was coming whether she wanted it or not. With a loud 'pfft!', the stinky cloud escaped her, making her face scrunch up in disgust. She couldn't believe he was going to make her pay for this now.
Moments later, she heard the garage door open, and then footsteps approaching the house. She steeled herself, trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs. She knew what he wanted, and she was determined to make him pay.
When he walked into the bathroom, she was sitting on the edge of the tub, her eyes locked onto his. "Go ahead," she said, her voice steady despite the trembling inside. "Suck on them."
Without another word, she lowered her tight, wet panties to her ankles, revealing her plump, dripping pussy to him. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but the smell of her farts was already filling the room.
Slowly, he knelt down between her legs, his face just inches from her pussy. His hot breath blew against her sensitive folds, sending shivers down her spine. And then, without warning, he stuck his tongue out and lapped up the mixture of her urine and vaginal juices.
Jasmine gasped, arching her back as he began to lick her more vigorously. She watched, a mix of horror and arousal on her face, as he worked his way up to her clit, teasing it with his tongue before flicking it roughly.
"Suck on them," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper now. Her hips started to buck against his face, driving her needy pussy into his mouth.
And so he did, sucking on her clit and fucking his tongue into her, tasting the salty mixture of her fluids. His hands wandered up her thighs, tracing invisible patterns on her skin.
Jasmine's farts continued to fill the room, each one making her squirm more on his face. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure rising inside her. And then, with one last powerful fart, she came, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
As she caught her breath, she reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his face away from her pussy. "That was for the videos," she said, her voice still shaky. "And this is for thinking you could just stop there."
Before he could react, she leaned down and captured his lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling together as he tasted himself on her. And then, with a wicked grin, she pulled away, her fingers leaving his hair in a messy tangle.
"Welcome to our private collection," she said, eyes glinting with mischief. "You're going to love it here."
