Wrapped guy cums when she farts in his face

Mark lay perfectly still on their bed, wrapped tightly in silver foil from neck to ankles. Only his head and erect penis were exposed, exactly as Jessica had demanded. The anticipation alone made his cock throb against the cool bedroom air.

"Ready for our game, my little fart fetish loser?" Jessica purred, standing over him in nothing but her favorite leopard print slip. Her thick booty swayed as she circled the bed like a predator.

She positioned herself above his face, the leopard print fabric stretching deliciously over her curves. "Remember our rules? I'm in complete control tonight."

Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, her covered pussy pressing against his mouth. The scent of her arousal mixed with something more primal – the faint hint of yesterday's bowel movement that she hadn't bothered to wash away completely.

"Let's see how much you can handle tonight," she whispered, reaching down to stroke his exposed cock.

Her fingers danced along his shaft, teasing him to the edge of pleasure before stopping abruptly. Mark groaned against her, desperate for more contact.

"Please," he managed to mumble against her.

"Please what?" Jessica laughed, spitting on his dick before rubbing it in with her palm. "Please stop teasing you? But that's half the fun!"

His cock grew harder under her touch, veins pulsing with need. Without warning, she slapped it firmly.

"We're not done here, Mister!" she giggled. "Does that hurt you? Awww, hahaha!"

Mark's body tensed, but the pain only intensified his arousal. Jessica shifted slightly, pressing down more firmly on his face.

"Ooh, sorry," she moaned theatrically. "I wasn't on the toilet today, hehehe."

A warm puff of air escaped her, carrying the unmistakable scent of her shit. Mark struggled beneath her, fighting for breath while indulging in the degradation he craved.

Jessica's nipples hardened as her own arousal intensified. She resumed stroking his cock, this time with purpose.

"This is what you need, isn't it?" she taunted. "Being my personal toilet while I play with your pathetic little dick?"

Mark could only mumble in response, his words muffled by her ass pressing against his face. Whenever she leaned forward slightly, granting him a moment to gasp for air through his nose, he took the opportunity greedily.

His feet began to twitch uncontrollably as his orgasm built. Just as he neared the edge, Jessica stopped again and slapped his cock hard.

Mark squeaked beneath her, eyes wide open as he struggled for air. His dick bounced against his stomach, twitching with need.

Jessica giggled at his desperation. "Oooh..." she moaned dramatically before releasing a loud, wet fart directly into his mouth.

This was Mark's first full breath since she had sat on him. Though it wasn't air but gas, his mumbling instantly transformed into a long, guttural moan of pleasure.

Realizing he was about to cum, Jessica quickly wrapped her hand around the base of his penis, applying pressure to build his orgasm even further.

"Not yet," she commanded. "Hold it for me."

Mark's body trembled with the effort of obeying. The combination of oxygen deprivation, pain, and overwhelming pleasure was pushing him toward something extraordinary – a true fartgasm experience.

"Now," she finally commanded, releasing her grip.

The explosion was immediate and powerful. Multiple streams of cum shot from his cock, flying across the room and splattering on Jessica's back and face. She nearly lost her balance as his body convulsed beneath her.

Mark's moans transformed into something resembling sobs as the final twitches of his orgasm subsided. Jessica laughed, shaking his cum from her hands.

"Was that last fart too much for you, hmm?" she teased, still seated on his face.

Mark could only twitch and moan in response, his body completely spent.

"Yeah?" she continued her taunting. "Was it too much?"

He mumbled something that might have been "yes" against her, completely broken by the intensity of his fartgasm.

Jessica finally lifted herself off his face, allowing him to gasp for fresh air. The room was filled with the scent of sex, sweat, and farts – the perfect aftermath of their fartgasm game.

"Next time," she promised, "I'll make you last even longer."