There’s nothing more sexy than serving as my goddess’ sweaty fart throne after her gym session. First, she puts me under her thick leggings, teasing my nose with her musky gassy heat. Then she peels them off and sits right on my face, her bare ass over me as her stink fills my lungs. Every fart is a gift a nasty reminder of who owns me. I’m just her slave, feeling every fart and worshiping them. Should I be embarrassed at how much I love it?
