Goddess Amirha - Nasty Farts & DENIAL

Goddess Amirha slowly uncoiled her ass cheeks from his nose, savoring the last of his fart smell before pulling off her wet and stained panties, revealing her puckering asshole that had been tormenting him all night. She sprawled on the plush couch, her perfect round ass jiggling slightly as she reached for the remote to turn on the TV. He lay beneath her, cock still dripping with her cum and feeling a twinge of disappointment. She chuckled softly as she prepared to sit back down on top of him. "Poor little slave bitch," she murmured, giving his semi-hard cock a squeeze before turning back to the TV. "Just wait till next time." Settling down once more, she positioned herself squarely on top of his nose, the fabric of her panties pressed firmly against his face. She sighed contentedly as she snuggled into her favorite sitting position, enjoying both the warmth of his skin against hers and the intimate closeness with which their bodies were joined. Amirha adjusted her position slightly, grinding her hips against his face in slow, sensual circles. The wafts of scent from her soaking wet pussy made him lightheaded from desire, but he steeled himself against the impending torture he knew was coming. She leaned down closer, her lips inches from his ear. "Time to clean up your mess," she whispered huskily, her breath hot against his earlobe. With a firm grip on his hair, she pulled his head up and opened his mouth wide before lowering herself down onto his face, her juicy pussy muffling the sound of their kiss. He felt her warmth envelop him as she thrust her hips up and down in slow, deliberate motions, fucking his face with each powerful stroke. Her fingers dug into his scalp as she began to ride him harder, her gasps of pleasure mingling with his moans of pain as she ground her wet pussy into his face. The scent of sex and desperation filled the room, making it heavy with anticipation and need. As she neared her climax, her hips bucked wildly, forcing more of her essence down his throat. She cried out in relief as he swallowed each pulse of her, his mouth working furiously to keep up with her demands. Finally, she collapsed onto him, her breathing ragged as she caught her breath. Slowly, she peeled herself off him, leaving behind a sticky residue of her juices. She stood up, towering over him once more, and stretched lazily. The night was still young, and there were many more forbidden pleasures she had in store for her unwilling slave.