Wish Somebody Would Grind Against My Fat Ass While I Fart Uncontrollably All Over Their Dick/strap, And

Wish somebody would grind against my fat ass while I fart uncontrollably all over their dick/strap, and then fuck me so hard that I can’t control the blubbering farts that are pushed out with every thrust

I’m so into burping as a display of crass masculinity. There’s nothing quite like men ripping deafening belches to assert their manly dominance. Or burping contests to determine who’s more masculine.

Imagine your partner has eaten something that doesn’t agree with them. It’s not food poisoning but good god it’s not settling well.

They’re sat between your legs on the bed, their back laying against your chest, your head resting on top of theirs. You’re watching a film, trying to distract them, as you massage your hands over their far too swollen tummy. You can hear their intestines gurgling with gas, bloating out above the hem of their pulled down pants. Moving your hands further upwards you rub gentle, circular motions over their stomach. They’re even more bloated up there, the food they’d been eating still packed tightly in their stomach, refusing to digest, along with far too much gas. Their intestines unwilling to accept the food that was making them so sick, but their stomach refusing to reject it yet, leaving them in a constant state of bloated pain with the odd wave of intense nausea that never fully developed into vomiting, despite how much you both knew it would help. Their tummy burbles angrily beneath your palms, and they let up a wet burp, followed by a groan of pure discomfort. You hold them closer.

“Nauseous?” You ask, caressing their tummy slowly.

“Not massively.” They reply, “But I don’t feel good. My tummy is so bloated and gassy.”

They move your hands away from their swollen stomach and back down to their struggling intestines, which were growling angrily at the amount of gas filling them. You kissed your partner gently on the neck as you kneaded their intestines, forcing the trapped air to move. They groaned quietly as you felt the gas shift inside them, they shifted uncomfortably and let out a huge fart. You took that as your signal to keep going. You knead and massage your hands deeply into their solid stomach, forcing the gas out of them fart by fart. You could physically feel them deflating beneath your touch. Their stomach going from completely rock hard with no give, to being bloated but soft. Their groans turned from those of pain to those of relief and pleasure as they farted continuously.

“Ugh keep going, you’re helping my poor tummy so much but I’m still so gassy. Please don’t stop rubbing me.” You can almost hear their smirk as they guide one of your hands lower, past their bloated belly and under the hem of their pants. You begin lightly playing with them whilst continuing to massage their belly with the other hand. They groan again, leaning back into you and arching their back into your touch. They let rip another gassy fart, the movement of the gas travelling through them rippling against your hand. You start kissing their neck again, first slowly, then with increasing urgency. You feel yourself also becoming aroused, but right now was not about you, it’s was about truly satisfying your partners needs and caring for their beautiful belly. You begin moving your hand faster, both between their legs and on their stomach, moving your hand up to encourage burps up along with the farts. They groan again as they release gas then let out a deep rumbling belch. They don’t even attempt to cover their mouths, they’re far to distracted by the impending orgasm you’re creating. Your hands move fiercely, determined to bring them relief and pleasure. You pull them closer to you, holding them tight as you encourage out burp after burp. You grind against them forcefully, fingers moving faster and harder, until you feel the gush of wetness cover your hand and their pants. You’re both panting hard as they flip back against you, pleasure exuding from every inch of them. You move both your hands back to their stomach. Though still a little bloated it’s completely soft and close to its normal state. After a few minutes of cuddling, they roll over on top of you. They look you in the eye with a look that lets you know just how much they appreciate what you’ve done for them, and just how they’re going to repay you for the favour as they move down your body with a sly smile. Now it’s your turn.

currently drooling over those farts that sound utterly revolting. not a chance at holding them back kind of farts. urgent and sloppy and disgusting, like from the very depths of their guts - the kind of farts that immediately preclude a very pent up, very large expulsion 😩🥵

i don’t know what it is about someone farting on food that gets me going but the idea of your fav just hovering their ass a millimetre from food, spreading their cheeks and letting loose the rankest, nastiest gas they have in the tank all over it so when the poor person who has to eat it does all they can taste is rotten sulfur… or them cooking and as they do they plant their ass over the ingredients and let rip raunchy gas as they cook - so casual with it too, just occasionally putting a vegetable between their legs before they chop it up or turning around with their ass facing the chopping board and lifting a leg… or your fav grocery shopping and when they’re in fruit section they keep turning around and subtly engulfing like apples and plums and etc between their cheeks and ripping hot, muggy gas on it all for the next unfortunate shoppers to pick up😵‍💫😵‍💫

Imagine giving your fave head, and suddenly they press your face up right against their crotch and let out a huge fart, “fuck, feels so good having your cute little face down there”