u/hazeelhugs

I was already close last night when it started building, my bf was fucking me from behind, deep and steady and i could feel this huge pressure in my stomach from the spicy pasta we had earlier, i tried to clench and hold it in, but the next hard thrust forced a long, wet, bubbling fart right out of me, loud enough that we both froze for a second.

It smelled so rank and eggy that my face burned, but instead of pulling out he just groaned and slammed back in harder, "Don't stop" he muttered, do I didn't, every time he bottomed out another little string of farts slipped out, soft, warm and continuous, like my ass just wouldn't stop leaking gas against his hips, the wet ones were the worst (or best), they made this gross squelching sound and the heat of them made me clench around his cock even tighter.

By the time i came i was full-on ripping, one after another and he came right after with his face buried in my neck, muttering how fucking hot it was, i was so embarrassed I almost died... and also so turned on i made him stay inside while i finished emptying whatever was left, the whole room still smelled like it this morning.

Still can't believe how much it turned both of us on

I'd been holding it for three hours!! Mexican dinner with extra beans and extra hot salsa, and my stomach was in knots by the time we got back to his place, but Marcus is 6'2, built like he actually works out, and he'd been staring at my tits all night like he wanted to worship them, i wasn't about to ruin that by running to the bathroom.

We got home and he couldn't wait, grabbed me and took off my clothes, now I'm naked, straddling his face on the couch, my pussy soaked and hovering just above his mouth, the pressure in my gut is unbearable, every time I shift my weight, I feel another bubble move lower, threatening to escape.

"Sit down," he says, gripping my hips hard. "I want to taste you."

I lower myself slowly, my weight settling onto his face, and his mouth seals over my pussy, his tongue finds my clit and I moan, arching forward, my hands squeezing my own tits. But the angle, the pressure of sitting and my body just betrays me, i feel my muscles relax involuntarily and suddenly I'm releasing everything I held in all night, right against his chin, his neck, the pillow beneath him.

I freeze, mortified, trying to lift off, but his hands clamp down on my thighs.

"Don't move," he mumbles against me, his voice vibrating through my pussy. He doesn't pull away. If anything, he licks harder, his tongue pressing firm circles on my clit while his nose presses against my ass.

"Marcus, I just..."

"I know," he groans, and I feel him inhale deliberately, his chest expanding against the back of my thighs, "I can smell it. Fuck, that's hot."

He wants it. He's hard, i can see his cock straining against his jeans, and he's looking up at me with dark, hungry eyes while he breathes me in. Something about his reaction breaks something in me, I stop trying to hold back, i relax completely, settling my full weight on his face, and let the rest go, feeling the release of pressure, the warmth, the utter relief of finally not holding back.

"That's it," he praises, his fingers digging into my hips. "Let it all out, baby. Use my face!"

I grind against his mouth, riding his tongue, my tits bouncing as I move, the combination of his mouth on my clit and the complete abandonment of my shame pushes me over fast, I cum hard, crying out, my pussy clenching against his tongue while he moans into me, clearly loving every second.

He doesn't let me up. He keeps licking, slower now, almost reverent, his hands moving to spread my ass open, his thumb tracing where I'm still relaxed and open.

"Again," he begs. "I want to feel you let go again."

I do. Three more times that night, each release making him groan and grip me harder, his cock leaking through his jeans until I finally let him fuck me, bent over the couch with my tits swinging and his hand wrapped in my hair, both of us smelling like my complete surrender.

He texts me every morning now asking what I had for dinner the night before.