“So do we go over there and do it now, and do you put your ass to my face, or what?” asked Lindsay, curious of the details.
“I like your enthusiasm, but we need to wait,” Dani smiled and farted. She fanned the fart fumes around the room, and smirked a she saw Lindsay’s follow them with her nose ever so slightly, “we need to advertise this, let anticipation build, and then in 2 days we let ‘em have it!” Dani slammed her fist on the table, another raucous fart sounding off form her big behind. She sounded like a criminal genius to Lindsay, but all Lindsay could concentrate on was how she would be face deep in fat Dani ass with her head buffeted by stinky farts. Dani wiped some drool form the corner of her mouth for her.
“So can we like make out a little first or is all business?”
“No, we’ll make out, and I’ll fart occasionally…”
“Like you had control over it Smelly Butt,” Lindsay joked.
“You do NOT call me “Smelly Butt” on camera do you understand me?” Dani shot out defensively.
“Yeah I got it,” Lindsay assured her rather sheepishly. “Then what?”
“We’ll get into a little more, then you’ll lay down. “I’ll eat you out a little, give your slit some licks…”
“I’m gonna need to shave first,” Lindsay grumbled, “Its like the seventies down there right now.”
“Good, I don’t want to be picking hair out of my teeth. Then I’ll work my way up to your face, paying quite a bit of attention to you bouncy boobies.”
“And thank you for that,” Lindsay winked.
“Finally I’ll mount your face and we can get into the meat and potatoes of the whole thing. Some nasty ripe farts for a full ten minutes!”
“10 Minutes!” Lindsay gasped, “That’s a while.”
“Yeah, but it's 10 minutes under my big smelly ass,” Dani said in a pouty breathy voice, all as she ripped the nastiest stinker so far. “Isn’t that worth it? We’ll make like 1500 dollars doing this!”
“1500 dollars?” Lindsay shouted. “For ten minutes of face farts? Oh I’m in! Start your advertising Smelly Butt I’ve gotta go!”
The fact that she called her Smelly Butt again irked Dani, but she still asked, “Go where?”
“To shave down my 70’s bush to a more manageable heart shape!”
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