Goddess Amirha watched her captive boyfriend squirm beneath her, his body tense and unresponsive under the tight, industrial clingwrap that held him captive from neck to toe. She chuckled sadistically as she climbed onto his immobilized form, feeling the cling of the wrap against her skin as she positioned herself directly above his face.
"You sure picked a great girlfriend to wind up with, didn't you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. He tried to respond, but the tight gag around his mouth prevented his words from forming anything more than muffled moans of discomfort and protest.
"Oh well, too bad for you," she continued with a smirk, "Maybe if you hadn't drunk so much like a bull elephant and been sober enough to stop yourself from becoming this fart cocoon, this wouldn't be happening right now. We had plans for today, remember?"
As she spoke, the Goddess couldn't help but grin wickedly, remembering the delicious plan she had cooked up for him. All day long she had been gassy – constantly running back and forth to the bathroom, and he couldn't stand her wind. He hated it when she farted, and she knew exactly where to put those farts where it would hurt the most.
"How awful is it, bitch?" she asked with a sneer, feeling the warmth of his breath on her pussy as he struggled against his bonds to escape her assault. "Can you feel every hot, wet fart splatter against your face? Do they smell as bad as they feel?"
She pushed another wave of gas into his face, relishing the way he writhed and choked beneath her invading cloud of stinky air. He mumbled something unintelligible through the gag, but she ignored it, determined to make him suffer every last bit of humiliation he deserved.
And then, as suddenly as it had started, the flow of gas stopped. For what felt like an eternity, she remained motionless, feeling the anticipation build within her. He shifted beneath her, attempting to wiggle free, and she smirked darkly, knowing what was coming next.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she raised her tight, little ass and positioned the tip of her anal hole directly over his mouth. He tried to protest, but his muffled pleas were in vain. She lowered herself onto him, feeling the cold, wet heat of his breath against her sensitive skin as she slowly sank down onto him.
"Sooo...," she drawled provocatively, feeling his hard cock pressed against her pussy as she sat on him. "You like that?"
He mumbled something unintelligible through the gag, but she paid him no mind, intent on torturing him for as long as she could stand it. She sat on him harder, grinding her hips against him in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, as she relished the feeling of his warm breath fanning across her inflamed pussy lips.
"Do you like being my toilet, baby?" she whispered huskily. "Do you like the feeling of my farts hitting you in the face?"
He groaned and mumbled something incoherent, but she couldn't tell if it was because he was choking on her farts or because he was too turned on to speak. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, and lowered her pussy until she was sitting directly on his lips.
"That's it," she purred. "You can drink it all up now."
And he did. He drank in every drop of her foul-smelling gas, moaning and gagging against the gag as he struggled to breathe through the thick cloud of putrid air. She sat on him, watching his struggling form with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction, knowing that she had totally dominated him both physically and emotionally.
"If only you thought twice about being such a greedy little pig," she whispered softly as she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Then maybe you wouldn't be in this mess right now."
But then, without warning, inspiration struck her. She pulled her ass off him, slowly but surely, savoring the look of desperation and fear in his eyes as he realized what was about to happen. She stood up and turned around, presenting her perfect, round ass to him, still glistening with sweat and glistening with the scent of her farts.
"Well?" she purred, arching her back slightly as she pushed out her plump, pink buttocks. "Aren't you going to take what's yours?"
And he did. He lunged forward, his tongue snaking out to lap at the soft, pink folds of her ass crack as he tried to get a taste of her ass. She laughed, a throaty, satisfying chuckle that shook her body from head to toe.
"You disgusting little fuck," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. "I love it."
