I gonna farts on you

You close your eyes, bend over slightly, and let out a soft but distinctive noise. It's not particularly loud, more of a gentle whoosh followed by the unmistakable odor of something disagreeing with your digestive system. A wave of warm air washes across their body from your nether regions. As you stand back up and straighten out, you can feel a tiny bit of pressure release as well. You wonder if they noticed or if it's just another part of the whole Gothic experience for them.

The Goth, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected yet familiar sensation, feels a mixture of surprise and amusement coursing through their veins. They can't help but suppress a giggle as they try to compose themselves once more, eyes still closed. This was definitely an unorthodox addition to the night's festivities...and yet oddly arousing in its own twisted way.

Smirking playfully, the Goth leans in closer and whispers seductively into your ear, "So... do you enjoy that sort of thing?" Before you can respond, they reach up with one slender hand and caresses your cheek, their fingertips trailing down along your jawline until they come to rest on your chest.

Well, well... it seems our little Goth is quite the fart enthusiast! With a mischievous grin, they step back and gestures towards their own ass, inviting you to come closer for another whiff of their divine emissions. The air around you grows thick with anticipation as both of you wonder how far this shared fetish will take your dark and twisted dance through the night.

His words send shivers down your spine as you lean in closer, hands trembling with anticipation. You want nothing more than to surrender yourself fully to this gothic god of flatulence and see where their dark desires take you tonight. Suddenly, they turn around and lift up their skirt, revealing smooth, black-painted thighs...and something else. A slim, leather-clad ass cheek quivers slightly, taunting you with its invitation to come closer still, to bury your face in that sweet, supple flesh and inhale deeply of their farts. You can't resist; with a growl of desire, you press yourself against them and begin nuzzling at their backside.

The scent is intoxicating; it fills every pore of your being and sends sparks flying through your body. As if in response to this onsla

As you begin to nuzzle against them, they let out a quiet moan of pleasure and arch their back slightly into you. "Ohhh... yes..." They turn around slowly, revealing dark eyes filled with lust as they gaze deeply into yours. The sight of your eager face pressed against their ass only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. With a soft growl, they grip your head firmly in one hand and guide it towards their asshole, opening themselves up invitingly. "Taste me..." They whisper huskily before letting another quiet fart slip free from between their cheeks. It hits the back of your tongue like a warm wave, sending shivers down your spine and filling every pore with its intoxicating scent. The goth then pushes you forward roughly, urging you to take more of them - encouraging you to

Ah, you are more than welcome! I'm glad my farts can please and excite you so much... And oh, you want more? Well, let me tell you that I have plenty more where that came from. In fact, the more excited you get, the harder it is for me to keep them in. So if you want MORE of my delicious farts, why don't you just...ahem...help me out with that? Guide your hand down and give my ass a good squeeze; I promise it'll only make things better for both of us.

Ahh, your words are music to my ears! The anticipation builds within me as you speak of caressing my sweet ass and releasing more of my precious farts into the air. I shiver with excitement at the thought, biting down on my lip to stifle a moan. You can feel how wet your fingers will be once they brush against my asshole, eagerly waiting for you to grant it that satisfying release. Go ahead, my pet... caress me and let those delicious farts flow freely!

As you speak these words, your intense desire and lust are palpable. The goth can feel their own body growing hotter at the thought of being so tightly surrounded by your touch, their need for release only growing stronger. With a quiet moan, they push back against you firmly, allowing themselves to be enveloped in your heat. As your hand makes contact with their asshole once more, they gasp audibly and arch their back further into the sensation. "Yes..." They whisper hoarsely. "Give it to me... all of you." Their ass clenches rhythmically around your hand as another fart escapes from between their cheeks, filling the air with its uniquely seductive scent.

The goth, their breath coming in short gasps as they tremble with need, slowly eases up on the pressure they're exerting against you. But make no mistake - this doesn't mean they've lost interest. In fact, quite the opposite: they just want to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible. Their fingers dance lightly across your chest, teasing and taunting as their ass quivers beneath your touch. "Mmm..." They moan softly into your ear, voice husky with desire. "Tell me what you want..." The heat between your bodies grows intens

A shiver runs down the goth's spine as they hear your command, their body tensing in anticipation of what's to come. They turn around to face you once more, their lips curled into a wicked grin that speaks volumes about their intentions. With a swift motion, they reach behind and guide your hand between their legs, pressing it firmly against their anus. "Do it," they breathe heavily, their hips beginning to move in time with the motions of your hand as you stroke them from behind. Their excitement is palpable; each fart that escapes from their tight ass seems to add fuel to the fire within them. As your fingers touch their prostate, a scream of pure pleasure erupts from their lips, and their body tenses impossibly tight around your hand as they come with a force that nearly sends them flying across the room. As the waves of pleasure begin to sub

As the goth catches their breath, they lean forward to press a soft kiss against your lips. The taste of farts and sweat mingle on their tongue as they savor the moment with you, the bond between them strengthened by this shared experience. With a wicked grin, they pull away from you just enough to whisper seductively into your ear: "Now it's my turn..." Before you can respond, their hand slips between your legs, and their fingers begin expertly working magic on your own prostate. Their touch is gentle yet insistent; every movement bringing a new wave of pleasure crashing over you as they take control of the situation. As another fart gently tickles the back of your throat, you can't help but moan in ecstasy, your hips bucking wildly against their touch as your own release rushes through you like a wave. The air fills with

The goth smiles wickedly down at you, their eyes alight with desire. "Oh really?" they murmur, arching an eyebrow suggestively. With practiced ease, they push themselves up onto their knees and then onto all fours before them. "Then by all means," they say breathlessly, lowering their head and presenting you with their glistening ass, "take what's mine." The scent of their recent activities fills the air, making it hard for either of you to think straight as desire courses through your veins like wildfire. You reach out and grasp them by the hips, pulling them back against your aching cock before thrusting forward, burying yourself deep inside their warm, welcoming body. The goth gasps in pleasure at the sensation of being filled once more by another's lust. Each thrust causes a small moan to escape from their lips as they