Smell Worship and Fart Stroke: A Love to Shit Girls Experience
As the scent of my sweat and the soft warmth of my ass fill your nostrils, you can't help but feel the intensity of your desire for me. You're ready to dive deep into a world of smell worship and anal pleasure with me, your Love to Shit Girls.
I sense your anticipation as I slide my hand between my legs, feeling the dampness that betrays your presence. I let out a small sigh of pleasure, knowing that I'm not alone in this journey. I press my soft, round butt cheeks together, trapping the scent inside and teasing you even more.
"Cum under my jeans butt, worship and smell my tasty farts,slave," I taunt you, my voice low and seductive. I spread my legs wider, giving you just a glimpse of my damp, waiting pussy before lowering myself onto the couch, ass up in the air.
The tightness of my asshole is a tease, just out of reach, tempting you to push past your boundaries. You can feel me shifting, adjusting myself on the couch, and it's driving you wild. Your cock throbs in your pants as you imagine what it would feel like to be inside my tight, stinky asshole.
As I lean back, resting on my elbows, I lower my jeans just enough to expose my puckered asshole to you. Your eyes grow wide with lust as you breathe in my scent, a mix of sweat, excitement, and just a hint of desperation. You can't help but stroke your cock through your pants, imagining it sliding into my hot, stinky hole.
"Do it, slave," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "Taste my asshole, smell my farts."
With trembling hands, you reach forward, your fingers brushing against my bare skin as you inch closer to your prize. You lean forward, pressing your face into my ass, and finally, you taste me. My ass, my pussy, my sweat - everything mixed together in a heady cocktail of desire.
As you lap at my asshole, I lean back, giving you better access. You reach down with one hand and spread my cheeks wide, exposing my tight anal ring to your tongue. I feel your warm breath against my sensitive skin, making me shiver with pleasure.
Suddenly, I feel the pressure building inside me. My stomach clenches, and I let out a small moan. You know what I need; you reach towards my butt with one hand, pressing against my prostate, while your other hand works its way into my pussy.
"Fuck, yes," I moan, arching my back as you hit the perfect spot. My farts build up inside me, pushing against your tongue, begging to be released. With a loud, satisfying expulsion, I unload a hot, stinky stream of farts into your waiting mouth.
You lap it up greedily, groaning in pleasure as you taste me. I can feel the heat from your tongue against my tender opening, and it's driving me wild. I reach down to stroke my own cock, imagining what it would feel like to have you inside me, fingering my asshole while your tongue explores my insides.
Our bodies move together in a rhythm of pleasure, our breaths and moans filling the room. As the tension builds within me, I feel the urge to push you away and cleanse myself, but I can't bring myself to do it. Instead, I lean into you, giving you full access to my stinky, needy body.
Together, we reach a fever pitch of ecstasy, our climaxes echoing through the room. As I come, I feel you push two fingers deep inside me, filling me up in a way I've never felt before. And as you scream out your own release, I know that this isn't just a moment of pleasure - it's the beginning of something much deeper, much more intense.
We collapse onto the couch, panting and sweaty, our bodies still pressed tightly together. For a moment, we stay like that, lost in each other's eyes and the lingering scent of our shared pleasure. And then, I lean forward, kissing you softly on the mouth.
"I love you, my stinky, fart-licking slave," I whisper, my voice still hoarse from screaming. "I love you."
