Nina's breath hitched as she looked down at the man beneath her. He was pinned to the bed, his eyes locked on hers as she slowly pulled down her shorts, revealing her black lace thong. She could feel the heat from his gaze as it traveled up her body, stopping at her full breasts. "You look so small and desperate for my farts down there," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
The man's cock twitched in anticipation, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled to contain himself. Nina smirked, watching as he fought against the wave of desire that washed over him every time she released another fart into his waiting mouth. "Come on now," she taunted, "when do you last to shoot your big load?"
With that, she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she lowered herself onto his face. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled the air as he greedily inhaled her farts, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet, pungent scent. His cock jerked wildly against her thigh, leaving wet spots on her skin.
"That's it," Nina whispered, her voice husky with arousal. "You like that, don't you?" She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You're so helpless under me, aren't you? Just waiting for my farts to fill your senses."
With each word, Nina released another fart into his waiting mouth, watching as he shuddered with pleasure each time he felt her hot breath on his face. She leaned back suddenly, her weight shifting off of him as she sat up straight. "But you know what I want to see?" she asked, her voice still laced with seduction. "I want to see you cum from my farts alone."
Before he could respond, Nina reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it to her mouth. She took him deep, her throat working as she swallowed his semen with each powerful stroke. "Yes," she moaned around his cock, "that's it. Cum for me, baby."
As he reached his climax, Nina continued to pump him, her tongue flicking out against his sensitive skin. She could feel his hot cum spurting down her throat, filling her up with his essence. And when he was finally spent, she leaned forward, her breasts grazing against his sweaty chest as she whispered in his ear, "Now that's what I call a real man."
With a wicked grin, Nina stood up and reached down, helping him to his feet. "You know where to find me if you need more," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just don't take too long, or someone else might get a taste of my farts."
As she watched him stumble out of the room, still reeling from the intensity of their encounter, Nina couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, there was nothing quite like having a man completely under her control, desperate for her every whim and desire. And if that meant giving him the taste of his own farts, well, she was more than happy to oblige.
