The impact of the wet fart smacked against his tongue, making him gag and choke as he struggled to keep his eyes open. As his tongue darted out to taste the lingering odors, Amirha laughed maniacally – the sound reverberating off the walls of her living room. It was clear she was getting off on her newfound sense of power over this once proud gym pervert.
For what felt like eternity, Amirha continued to torment him with her foul-smelling farts. Each time his nose was miraculously releasing some much-needed air, she'd clamp it shut again and shove another one down his throat. His mouth became a revolting mixture of her ass-air and the unmistakable smell of flatulence.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of torture, Amirha pulled her skin-tight panties back up and untied the straps binding him. The resistance in his legs was noticeable as he tried to stumble away from her in disgust.
"You're such a pathetic little bitch," she sneered, kicking him hard in the gut. "But you know what? I think I might have had enough fun."
With that ominous statement, Amirha disappeared into her bedroom, leaving him there on the floor, shivering and nauseated. He knew his life would never be the same again – and neither would his perception of women's asses.
