“I can read your mind, so no need to answer verbally,” she says in a coy voice. “Oh,” you blurt out, blushing. She lowers her hips, spreading her porcelain white ass to your face, this time with her pussy facing your nose. Her womanly scent causes your hard-on to throb with anticipation. Her pucker covers your mouth once more, and you welcome it with a kiss, before sticking your tongue back in, enjoying the salty and bitter taste. Her love juices wet your nose. You feel a strange forcing acting on your penis and you realize that she’s using psychic. She pushes her hips a bit futher into your face, causing your tongue to reach a puddle of intestinal fluid, which tasted surprisingly sweet. Suddently, her ass muscles tense around your tongue, locking it in place, causing you to panic. You attempt to pull your head back but her hand hold you in place. You feel your tongue touching a gas pocket, which is promptly rushed into your mouth with a resouding wet fart. Her pussy juices gush a bit on your nose while her ass juice flowed into your mouth. It smelled strong through your mouth, like a musky flower or fruit. But the taste. It tasted sweet, salty, and sour. You began to spurt cum due to the aphrodisiac effect but your erection would not let up. “Ara, already? Gardevoir said, “ but we’re just getting started!” She stimulates her stomach with a hand and begins fondling her large breast with another. Your tongue is still locked in place by her ass muscles but you no longer want to move. You attempt to push your tongue further in, brushing a wall through the gas. The gas itself tasted like a sweet mist, and you couldn’t get enough of it. “Here! Another!, she says.” A longer fart exploded between your tongue and her hole, with more of her sweet intenstinal fluid rushing into your mouth, which you gulped down eagerly. The scent hit you once more like a truck, causing you to cum hard. You lick her intestinal walls violently, as they play with your tongue in return, akin to how she managed your manhood with psychic. Suddenly, you feel the bitter taste of excretement on your tongue, though it’s partly sweet from her sweet scent ass juice. It’s hard, she was likely constipated prior to your play. Her voice echoes to you telepathically, “Natural gift or toxic sludge?” she asks.
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