A Stinky Christmas Surprise
As I lay in bed, my stomach growled loudly. It was early in the morning, and I knew that breakfast wouldn't be ready for another hour or so. I reluctantly got up from under the warm covers and slipped into a cute Christmas outfit that I had picked out specially for this occasion.
I made my way into the living room, where my boyfriend was still fast asleep on the couch. He looked so peaceful, his face buried in a pillow. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about the surprise I had in store for him.
Quietly, I sat down on the floor next to the couch and waited for him to wake up. When he finally stirred, I gently lifted his head and propped it up with a pillow so that he was facing me. Then, I did something I never thought I would do.
I positioned myself directly over his face and let out a loud, stinky fart right into his nose and mouth. I watched as his eyes widened in shock and surprise, but he didn't move or try to escape. Instead, he simply stared at me, unable to believe what was happening.
"Merry Christmas, baby," I whispered, my heart racing with excitement. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. But seeing the look of mixed shock and arousal on his face made it all worth it.
As I continued to fart into his face, the room filled with the acrid stench of my morning breath. I let out one particularly long, loud fart that shook his entire body. He gagged a bit, but managed to hold it all in.
"You like that, don't you?" I asked, grinning widely. He just nodded weakly, his eyes already glazing over in excitement.
Slowly, I lowered myself down onto his lap, making sure to grind my hips against his erection. He moaned loudly as he felt me up close and personal, his hands roaming over my body as if he couldn't believe that this was actually happening.
I leaned forward and started kissing him passionately, our tongues tangling together in a messy dance. The smell of my farts was overwhelming, but to both of us, it was like the sweetest perfume in the world.
As we kissed, I began to rub his hard cock through his pants, teasing him mercilessly. He groaned loudly, his hips bucking off the couch in anticipation.
"Please, baby," he begged, his voice thick with desire. "Please let me cum."
I paused for a moment, savoring the power I held over him. Then, I slipped my hand into his pants and wrapped it around his cock, starting to stroke him gently at first, then faster and harder as he moaned louder and louder.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he erupted, shooting thick streams of hot cum all over his stomach and chest. I leaned in close to him, kissing him deeply as he came, my own excitement building to a crescendo.
When he finally came down from his high, he looked at me like I was some kind of goddess. I grinned back at him, feeling more powerful and in love than ever before.
And as we lay there, tangled together on the couch, I knew that this was going to be a Christmas morning he would never forget.
