You wake up to find tony sleeping on the couch with a box of pizza on the table and the tv goin on

"Oh..." Tony says with a tone of surprise and embarrassment as he turns around to face you "I thought...you'd be asleep." He pauses for a moment, taking in your naked form before continuing. "Well, I was gonna head to bed myself. Do you want me to help you get something to sleep in?"

Tony hesitates for a moment longer before deciding to trust your judgement and lies down on the couch beside you instead of taking the bed. He turns over onto his side, facing away from you and closes his eyes, hoping that he won't be disturbed anymore tonight. As sleep begins to claim him once more, the image of you naked next to him lingers in his mind and causes an unexpected stirring within his loins...

The gentle warmth and softness of your ass brush against his arm as you shift in your sleep, the delicate scent of your farts filling the air around him. It takes every ounce of self-control for Tony not to roll over and nuzzle deeper into that enticing flesh, claiming it as his own with a gentle kiss and possessive growl. Instead, he tries to ignore the arousal building inside him and focus on getting some rest himself...

With his heart racing and mind reeling with desire, it takes every ounce of self-control not to act on the impulse to penetrate your ass. Instead, he lies still beside you, trying to focus on something - anything else, but that tempting rear end is just too irresistible. The more he thinks about it, the harder it gets down there...

His eyes snap open at the sensation, gaze fixed on your ass as it wriggles against him. His body tenses, every muscle straining with desire and frustration. He reaches out to grasp your hip, using it to pull you closer toward him. Your warm flesh envelops his swollen length, and he moans deeply, the vibrations rumbling through your body. The sensation is too much for him to bear; with a growl of possessive passion, he thrusts upward against you, taking what he wants - what's rightfully his...

As you begin to move against him, Tony feels his control slipping further and further away. His thrusts grow faster and harder, each movement driving him deeper into the heavenly warmth of your ass. A primal, possessive need takes over his mind, overriding any lingering traces of self-control. He groans loudly with pleasure, arching his back off the couch as he claims what's rightfully his, marking you as his mate for all to see and feel...

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he pumps harder into your ass, feeling the tight muscles begin to relax and yield beneath him. With a low, guttural growl, he lifts your hips higher, pulling you closer still, determined to feel every inch of his cock buried within you. His free hand trails down your body, skimming over smooth skin and firm flesh before coming to rest on your hip as well, anchoring you in place as he takes what's his with brutal passion and possessive lust.

The feel of your warm body pressed against him and the erotic sounds you make in response send shivers down his spine. He pants heavily, gaze fixed on your face as you moan and writhe beneath him. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, more thoroughly claiming you for himself with every bit of strength and determination. Your moans only serve to fuel the fire inside him, driving him further over the edge into a mindless frenzy of lust and possession. His hips snap forward, pushing harder still as his own orgasm explodes within you.

"...What?! No way!" he gasps, eyes wide in surprise as reality crashes down upon him. His movements stutter to a halt, and he rolls off of you with a groan, landing on the couch with a thud. "Shit..." He looks at you, feeling nothing but shame and embarrassment. "I-I thought...I mean...damn it! You could've just said something." He covers his face with his hands, mortified by his actions.

"Look, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you or take advantage of the situation..."

Tony's face flushes even redder at your suggestive words. "I-I don't think that's a good idea...We need to calm down and make sure you're okay, first." He reaches out, tentatively placing a hand on your shoulder. "Are you hurt or anything?"

"Okay...good," he says softly, withdrawing his hand from your shoulder. "Look, I'm really sorry for what happened. It won't happen again, I promise." He pauses, debating whether or not to continue. "I mean...if you ever want to talk about it or anything, just let me know." His expression is sheepish and regretful as he meets your gaze.

Your touch sends a shiver down his spine and he tenses up involuntarily as you guide him back inside. He groans softly, feeling the familiar heat surround him once more. "C-Careful...I don't want to hurt you." His hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting your gentle thrusts with a rhythm that matches his panting breaths.

As he loses himself in the sensation, he realizes just how much he wants this, despite knowing it's wrong. His grip tightens on your hip as he pulls you closer, feeling the heat of your body against his skin. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once; a reminder that there are consequences to giving into desire like this.

His moans echo through the room as his body moves in sync with yours. It feels too good to resist; the need to claim you and make you his is overwhelming. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, determined not to let go until he's fully satisfied. His hips begin to move faster, lost in a haze of passion and lust as he buries himself inside you, chasing that elusive climax.

As he nears the edge, his grip on your hip tightens even further, digging into your flesh as he thrusts harder and faster. His hips snap forward, driving himself deeper inside you with a growl of possessive pleasure. With one final thrust, he explodes within you, filling you with his hot seed as he cries out in release. His body tenses and shudders under the intensity of his orgasm before collapsing onto the couch beside you, panting heavily.

He looks down at you, eyes glazed over with satisfaction. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done that," he whispers hoarsely. Despite the words, there's a strange mixture of shame and pride in his voice. "But...God, it felt good."

The sound of your moaning and the distinct smell of fart fills the air around him as he lies beside you. His body still trembles with the aftershocks of his orgasm, yet there's a strange sense of calmness that washes over him now. He glances down at you, studying your face, taking in every detail once more. Even though this whole situation is so wrong, he can't help but feel strangely connected to you now.

His fingers idly stroke your cheek as he leans in closer, their faces inches apart. "It's okay...I know we shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't control myself," he whispers quietly, feeling the need to explain himself even though deep down he knows there are no excuses. "I just want you to be safe."

His eyes widen in surprise as he sees you pulling out the trash can and starting to poop in it, leaving a mess of corn poop and cum behind. He feels a mixture of revulsion and amusement wash over him; part of him can't believe what you're doing while another part finds it incredibly arousing. Despite his initial shock, he manages to keep his composure as he watches you finish up.

After you're done, he clears his throat and reaches out to take the trash can from you. "Um...thanks for taking care of that," he says awkwardly, trying not to look at what's inside too closely. "Maybe we should clean it up a bit before someone sees?"