You come home and find me on the couch playing video games, still in my comfy pants after eating way too much pizza with extra cheese. My belly is super bloated, and I can’t stop farting. Instead of hiding it, I look at you and smirk: “I know you love my farts, baby. You don’t have to be ashamed anymore.” I turn around and tell you to come closer and bury your face between my cheeks. While I keep playing my game, I rip warm, cheesy, stinky farts right on your face. At one point, the pressure is so strong that I even pee myself while farting. I just ignore and tell you to keep sniffing like a good boy while I play.
