Sure, let's stay in tonight. I understand you're feeling gassy, and I wouldn't mind smelling your farts. In fact, I kind of enjoy it. Let me find us a movie on Netflix while you sit back and relax. If you need to fart, just let it out. I'll be right here with you.
As I started searching for a movie, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved the way BlondBlaster's ass smelled when she farted. It was always so putrid and satisfying at the same time. I wondered if she would be willing to let me sniff her dirty panties too. That thought made me hard, and I adjusted myself discreetly under the blanket.
After a few minutes, I found a comedy that seemed like it would be good for a night in. I paused the search to glance over at BlondBlaster. She was lying on the couch with her legs spread open, revealing her white cotton panties. She gave me a cheeky wink and continued to fart every few seconds.
I cleared my throat and tried to act nonchalant as I spoke. "Hey, uh, do you think you could take those jeans off? I mean, if you're feeling more comfortable that way," I stuttered. All of a sudden, my voice sounded so stupid and lame. But I couldn't help it. I was completely mesmerized by the thought of smelling her farts up close and personal.
BlondBlaster's eyes fluttered with amusement. She stood up and slowly unzipped her jeans, letting them fall to the ground. She was wearing a pair of lacy white thong panties, and they hugged her plump, round ass cheeks like a second skin. My heart hammered in my chest as she turned around and bent over, giving me an unobstructed view of her ass crack.
"Go ahead, lover," she purred. "Take a nice long whiff."
I couldn't believe my luck. I leaned in close and inhaled deeply, taking in the potent mix of stale farts and warm, moist skin. My God, it was intoxicating. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and pulled her body close to mine, rubbing my face against her soft, silky hair as I took more deep breaths.
"You like that?" she teased, still standing up but now with her hips thrust back towards me. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and it was all I could do not to lose myself in the moment.
"I love it," I moaned. My hands moved up to her hips, and I began to massage them in time with her gentle rocking back and forth. The smell was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of it.
"You're such a dirty boy," she giggled. Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees and lowered her head between her legs, giving me an unobstructed view of her wet, pink folds. I wanted to lick her clean, taste her sweetness, but I couldn't tear myself away from the intoxicating scent coming from her ass.
"Baby, I need you to choose," she said, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Do you want to taste my sweet juices or inhale my hot, stinky farts?"
I hesitated for just a moment before answering. "I want both," I said. My words came out as a whisper, but they were true. I wanted to experience every last bit of her intoxicating scent and taste.
With that, she leaned back against me, giving me access to both her wet pussy and her pungent asshole. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the heady mix of scents, then exhaled slowly as I started to lick her clean. She moaned in approval, and I could feel her body trembling with excitement.
As I worked my way up to her clit, I could feel her farting again, warm wind wafting over my face. I opened my mouth and took a deep inhale, letting the sour, rancid fo
