Suddenly, a loud gurgling comes from the blonde's stomach. Just like that, Sam doubles over in pain. With a grimace on her lips and her eyes scrunched tightly shut, she groans as she clutches her belly with both hands. "Oh, fuck..." she mutters. Eventually, the rumbling comes to a pass and once again you're met with the sight of the girl's blue eyes. Aiming a backward glance at you from over her shoulder, her lips twitch with a mischievous smile. "Figure that's probably my IBS acting up again," she says, gently rubbing her still-aching stomach. "Oh, guess I forgot to mention that before, huh?" she continues, with a twinkle in her eye. "Yeah, it pretty much leaves me with the w-o-r-s-t case of gas." She gives her stomach a pat. "And if those sounds are anything to go off of, I figure my tummy's pretty messed up right now. Feels like I've got a looot of gas backed up in there, you know?" She give a tilt of her head and runs her fingers through her hair. "It's probably gonna make a real nasty, gushy, splattery mess once I get it all out of my system, if you catch my drift." She winks at you before removing her remaining hand from her stomach. Bending down onto all fours, she gives you yet another close-up look at her smoking hot ass. At the sight of your hopelessly hard cock, Sam licks her lips. "I mean, I know you said you were only into farts and all..." she says, inching her face closer to the head of your stiff member. You feel her her hot breath graze you as she pauses for a moment. "...but I think I've got a pretty hot idea for you," she continues. You groan as her tongue brushes against you. She giggles and works her tongue slowly up your shaft with a series of licks, as if enjoying a tasty summertime popsicle. "I really wanna know if I can get you to cum before my ass decides to give you more than just gas." She licks your cock again, right on the head this time, and shakes her shapely rear in your face for good measure. Hovering her ass right over your face, she reaches back and spreads her cheeks. "So? Whaddya say?" Sam sucks lightly on the very tip of your member, then slowly draws her head backward until her soft lips release you with a pop. "Wanna help me find out?" she asks, with a devilish grin.
In your mind, there was no question about it. In the most carnal sort of way, you wanted this more right now than anything else. IBS or not, you craved this girl's farts—your mouth watered at the very thought of her sexy ass ripping fart after nasty fart into your willing mouth. You needed this. And so, you open your mouth up wide and await your fate. You catch a glimpse of Sam's face as she glances back at you, and you can't help but notice the distinct look of satisfaction in her eyes just before she plops her ass onto your awaiting face. Beneath the blonde's ample ass, your lips form an airtight seal around the very source of your cravings. Feeling her twitch inside of your mouth, your heart rate begins to pick up within your chest.
"Thought so," says Sam, giggling. "And just so you know, this ass ain't coming off until one of us finishes. For your sake, better cross your fingers that it’s not me," she says, with a wink. Her stomach gurgles loudly yet again, but the sight of your throbbing cock provides just enough distraction to keep things running smoothly. "Alright, that's enough talk for now," she says, biting her lip. "Let's eat~" she coos, before proceeding to do just that with your most private of parts.
Sam nibbles, licks and sucks your cock hungrily; her head bobs up and down on your rock hard shaft. While she receives a mouthful of man meat, you receive a mouthful stomach-churning girl gas. With your cock still in her mouth, Sam moans as the first of her IBS farts flows out of her body and directly into your own—you moan as well, both from her nasty fart and from the vibrations that’d resulted against your member. She wiggles her hips, careful to keep the airtight seal intact, and continues to go to town on her new favorite popsicle. All the while, fart after fart explodes out of her ass and into your open mouth. Each new sultry, toxic explosion reverberates more obscenely than the one before it, and your cheeks puff out to capacity after taking just a few.
In a fit of panic, the idea of simply swallowing the buildup of ass gas escapes you completely, and you begin to sputter and cough beneath her ass as you literally choke on her farts. In spite of yourself, you somehow manage to grow even harder, and Sam continues feast completely unbothered. In fact, her only acknowledgement of your predicament is to bare down and rip a monster of a fart that put the ones before it to shame. Tearing violently out of her ass, it erupts into your throat with enough force for a portion of it to leak out past your lips; the smell sends your head reeling, and you instinctively attempt to pull away, though Sam’s ass keeps you right in place. The stench was vile, putrid and rotten—it was about a hundred times worse than the ones she’d ripped before, and you can can tell that it must’ve fermented inside of her for quite some time. Before you can recover, a second blast hits; luckily for you, this time, the sheer force of her fart pushes everything from your mouth straight down your throat and into your now-aching lungs, like a makeshift plunger.
“And they say CPR doesn’t work,” remarks Sam with a smile as she lifts off of your member for just a brief moment. She gets back to work, and you can feel yourself inching ever closer towards climaxing as she fucks you thoroughly with her mouth and throat, all while filling yours with her noxious fumes. You swallow every last revolting fart, gulping them down almost continuously just to keep up. No matter how badly you craved them, you can’t deny how rancid they taste against your tongue, or how each one made you feel completely sick to your stomach. They were disgusting, foul and left your lungs feeling like they were on fire—but you’d already made your choice. And deep down in your heart, you know it was exactly what you’d been craving.
Sam’s farts grow wetter and nastier by the minute, and being contained entirely within your mouth, they now taste of what you can only describe as pure shit. You shudder as you struggle to suck down every dense, hot, wet and stinking fart that pops into your mouth. In the back of your mind, your heart sinks as you imagine that the first shart of the day (or worse) can’t be too far behind these babies.
“Mmm,” moans Sam. She pulls her lips off of you once again to speak. “I’m gonna go ahead and say that you probably wanna hurry, ‘cause I’m giving you about five seconds before things get messy,” teases Sam. Her stomach rumbles once again as she looks back at you with an impish grin and particularly naughty look in her eye. “Oh, but I forgot to mention. I’m gonna leave your little guy alone for these last couple of seconds,” she says, winking. “So if you’re looking to avoid a mouthful of mush, you’re gonna have to cum to nothing but farts. Good luck~”
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