Her scent was intoxicating, a mixture of private aromas that made his heart race and his loins ache. As she shifted her weight, the room filled with the subtle warmth of her arousal. He couldn't resist leaning in closer, lips parted as he breathed in her essence. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he savored the richness of her farts. They were potent, primal – a reminder that she was more than just a lover, but a part of him. And with every misty release, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper in love.
