Trust Me they are Foul

Miss Ryan lounges with wicked delight, her plump, luscious ass hovering over her slave's eager face as he remains locked in the cage with only his head exposed for her pleasure. She shifts between forward and reverse positions, pressing her warm, full cheeks firmly against him while releasing hot, teasing farts directly onto his tongue and into his mouth. Her voice drips with seduction as she orders him to lick deeply, coaxing him to savor every lingering taste. "This is what you want, isn't it?" she purrs, grinding slowly while reminding him of the long, lonely night he endured just for this intimate reward.

Turning to face him, she nestles his nose right into her pussy, letting him inhale her scent before blasting another fart into his mouth and laughing with pure satisfaction. She taunts him playfully about her boyfriend's recent visit, describing how his cum still lingers in her ass and pussy, making her slave the eager recipient of sloppy seconds after another devoted tongue earlier that morning. "Lay your tongue flat," she commands, then farts straight onto it as he obeys. "You're so lucky to eat my farts and clean me like this - now suck it all in and enjoy your happy place."