Ray had always been a conservative man growing up, and he had always dated conservative women. So when he sat in his very large, very extravagantly decorated, home it felt very cold and without emotional warmth. But now here was this slightly trashy, okay very trashy, girl and she was so full of life.
FFFFRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTT!
And so full of gas, so very, very full of gas. “Your house is so huge!” Claire said giddy as she spun around in Ray’s living room. She ran to the couch and jumped onto it, sinking into the expensive leather. She let out another of her windy presents, blasting it straight into the couch. “Oops! Sorry about that! I should have got up first,” she apologized as she waved the fart from between her thick thighs.
“No that’s okay. It’s no problem really,” Ray assured her, sitting down beside her. Claire then cupped her fart fumes and shoved them into Ray’s face, giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world. “Uff! Thanks, for, uh, that,” Ray smiled.
“No problem sweetie. Plenty more in the tank if you want,” Claire joked letting out another small fart for emphasis.
“Do you fart a lot?’ Ray asked nervously.
“Oh yeah! I’m lactose intolerant, and I love milk and cheese. The flatulence is a small price to pay for cheese sandwiches and cold delicious milk,” Claire said nonchalantly.
“I like the way you fart, and how you’re so unashamed of it. Honestly Claire I’ve never mat anyone like you.”
As sad as it to say, Claire had never been spoken to with such sincerity, and because she could tell Ray really meant it, her heart melted for him. “Would you like me to fart on you?” she asked with all earnestness.
Ray looked at her with a bit of trepidation, but he wanted to challenge himself in what he expected from a woman, and gulped hard. “Yes.”
Claire smiled, realizing how he was far outside his comfort zone, and that he was doing it for her. She turned and started to rub her thick booty all over Ray’s chest. She smiled and let a quiet but warm fart move from the inside of her ass to Ray’s chest. It moved around him and caressed him, and when he thought such ecstasy couldn’t get any better, she farted again.
This went on for quite a few minutes, with Ray all but climaxing in his pants. He then felt a hand take his own and lead him to his feet, it was a Claire with some loving intentions, and she was leading him to the bedroom to show him what they were. “Do you even know where my bedroom is?”
“Trust me, I always know where the bedroom is!”
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