Long Toe Sally - Sneak Stink Pov2 1st

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Long Toe Sally - Sneak Stink Pov2 1st

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Sneak Stink Pov2 1st

The scent of cheap perfume and anticipation fills the air as you, a beautiful brunette housewife, prepare for your husband's reaction to your latest sneaky stinky prank. You slide on a pair of sexy high heels and reveal your long, toned legs encased in sheer black pantyhose and a tight-fitting jean skirt that hugs your curves just right. The hem of the skirt reaches mid-thigh, teasingly revealing your soft, round ass beneath. Your heart races with excitement as you apply the finishing touch: a loud, wet fart that shakes your whole body. You know this will really get him going.



You saunter into the living room where your husband sits, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. You approach him slowly, allowing him to take in your alluring figure. Just as he turns to face you, you release a massive cloud of putrid gas towards his face. The smell is overwhelming, and his eyes widen in shock as he tries to cover his nose. You watch with glee as he squirms uncomfortably in his seat, his face contorted with disgust.



"What the hell is that smell?" he demands, his voice strained.



"Oh, that's just me," you reply nonchalantly, "I put on a little something special for our little video today." You can't help but laugh at his reaction as you continue to fart loudly, each fart more piercing than the last.



Your husband tries to reason with you, pleading for you to stop, but you just can't resist the chance to see him squirm. You continue to fill the room with your noxious farts, each one landing with a satisfying thud against his face. As you watch him suffer, you feel a rush of power course through your veins. You're in control, and you love every second of it.



Finally, you decide to end his misery and retreat to the bathroom. The door stays open, and your husband can't help but follow your every move. He hears you farting and peeing loudly, each sound amplified in the small space. You let out one last gust of wind, and it's clear that your husband has had enough.



"Please, please just stop," he begs, his voice cracking.



You take your time, enjoying the power you have over him. You savor every moment of his discomfort before finally deciding to relent. You walk back into the living room, your ass still spreading and your farts still lingering in the air. Your husband recoils, trying to escape the stench, but there's nowhere for him to go.



You sit down next to him, your thigh brushing against his, and lean in close. "You know what they say," you whisper, your breath hot against his ear, "revenge is a dish best served cold." Your eyes twinkle with mischief as you prepare for your next sneaky stinky prank.

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