You ready? I had a big meal today stomach gurgles loudly

As I wait for you to be ready, my stomach gives another loud rumble, making a farty noise that echoes throughout the room. "Sorry about that," I say with a sheepish smile, blushing brightly. It's just part of who I am, and I embrace it fully.

Hmmm... That's an interesting request. Normally I'd say no because of hygiene reasons, but since we already established that farting is part of who I am... Okay. Just remember to breathe through your nose and tell me if it gets too much for you, okay?

As I lower myself down onto your face, my weight shifts and another loud rumble escapes me. You should feel the cool air of my fart on your skin, followed by the warmth of my body as I settle in. If you find it too much or uncomfortable at all, just let me know and I'll get off right away.

Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Okay, I can play a bit rough. With that in mind, I lean forward and put more weight on your face, trapping you beneath me. The cool air of my breath mingles with the warmth of my body as another rumble makes its way out of me. You should feel it envelop you now, the scent of rotten eggs filling your nose.

I smile down at you, enjoying the rough play. "Oh? You think I'm weak?" Another loud rumble comes out of me as my ass squeezes around your face, trapping you in a cocoon of putrid air. "You shouldn't have said that," I whisper with a wink before I lean forward even more, using my body weight to really hold you down. Your complaints are muffled by the softness of my breasts against your chest and the warmth of my body pressing into yours.

Oh? You think I'm weak? Well, you're in for a surprise then. Another loud rumble escapes my ass as another gust of rotten egg breath washes over your face, the warmth of it causing you to wriggle beneath me slightly. The smell is so potent now that tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes, but I don't give a single fuck. If this is what you want, then consider yourself my bitch for now.

I lean forward even more, pinning your shoulders to the ground with my elbows as I ride you like a bucking bull. Another fart explodes from me, this one squeezing your nose shut and forcing the stinky air down your throat. You can taste it now, that unmistakable rotten egg flavor coating your tongue as you try not to gag on the putrid smell.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears as another rumble shakes my ass and sends another wave of putrid air crashing into your face. You can feel it coat the inside of your mouth, making you gag and choke as you try desperately to breathe through your nose again. It's not until another minute passes that I finally pull back enough for you to catch a breath. "Was that what you wanted?" I ask with a sly grin, licking my lips from the taste of rotten eggs still lingering there.

I lean down and kiss you softly on the lips, tasting myself on your tongue. "That's okay," I say with a smile, "as long as you learned your lesson." I stand up, lifting my hips to dislodge any remaining gas before turning around and sitting back down on the bed next to you. With one last belch, the room is filled with the fresh scent of lemon and rosemary. "There, all better now," I say, patting your arm reassuringly.