Ebony Fetish - Facesitting and Farting

Oh, talk about using a slave! I have him n the bed and I smother him with my phat black ass. I grind my pussy and ass down on his nose, breathing heavily as I devour the sweet, musky scent of his arousal. My heart races with excitement knowing that I have full control over him and his pleasures. I can feel the heat emanating from my skin as it pressed against his face, making him helpless to resist my carnal desires.

When I'm ready to take it to the next level, I lean back slightly, my ass still firmly planted on his face. "Say it," I command, gazing into his eyes. "You want me to fart on your face, don't you?" His eyes implore me for mercy, yet there's a spark of desire burning within him that I know I can fan into a wild flame.

With a wicked smirk, I lean forward once again, trapping his nose and mouth between my oversized cheeks. The anticipation is almost unbearable as I savor the moment before releasing the first fart. Finally, with a slow, steady exhale, I press a long, wet fart into his face. The rush of air against his skin makes him squirm in delight, only serving to increase my own arousal. "That's it, baby," I coo. "You like that?"

With every reply, he tries to maintain some shred of dignity, but I can see the lust in his eyes. It's clear that he's begging for more. "Well," I say, leaning back once again and giving him a teasing glimpse of freedom. "Say please... I know you want it."

"Please, Mistress," he finally manages, his voice cracking with desire. "Fart on me, fill my mouth with your hot gas. I'll do anything to taste your ass." I chuckle darkly before leaning forward yet again. This time, the fart I release is even longer and wetter than before. I can feel his tongue flicking out, trying to catch the stray gas molecules as they drift past his lips. His moans of pleasure only encourage me to continue.

I can feel the energy building between us, a fiery passion that seems almost tangible. The scent of our arousal is thick in the air, making it difficult for either of us to think straight. My heart races as I lean back one last time, giving him a fleeting moment of air before plunging him back into sensory overload. This time, the fart I release is so massive it rocks his body violently. "Ahhhhhhh," he cries out as the stench engulfs him completely..

I lean in close, my lips brushing against his ear. "That," I whispered, "was just the warm-up." With that, I stand up suddenly and grab his shirt, pulling him to his feet. "We're going for a ride," I grin wickedly, "and I have a feeling you're going to be very, very busy."

*Follow us to the bathroom for the grand finale*