Farting Into Phone For Doctor - A Facefarts Experience
The Power of Farts
Annette lay in bed, her bare skin flush with fever. She clutched her teddy bear tightly and let out a long, low sigh. It was a sigh of relief mixed with the burden of her gaseous discomfort. Her body was begging for release, but she knew the power that farts held for women like her. They were sacred, precious, and not to be taken lightly. Annette's mind wandered to the idea of a fart doctor, someone who could help her through this unbearable situation.
The Call to the Fart Doctor
She reached for her phone and hesitated for a moment before dialing the number. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. "Hello?" a deep, authoritative voice answered. Annette took a deep breath before explaining her predicament. The voice on the other end was reassuring, guiding her through the process of diagnosing her own farts. Finally, she agreed to hold the phone right over her cute little asshole and fart into it so the doctor could make a diagnosis over the phone.
The Farting Begins
With trembling hands, Annette positioned her phone just right. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing the fart to come. And then it did. A loud, wet, and extremely satisfying fart echoed through the room, filling the air with its potent scent. Annette couldn't believe she was doing this, but the relief was overwhelming. She let out another fart, and another, each one more intense than the last. The doctor on the other end of the line could hear every single one, and he was loving every second of it.
Bondage and Ass Worship
As the farting continued, Annette's mind drifted to thoughts of bondage and ass worship. She imagined the doctor coming to her bedside, kneeling before her, and worshipping her perfect little asshole. She pictured him breathing in the scent of her farts, his lips brushing against her skin as he begged for more. The thought turned her on, and she farted again, even louder this time. She could practically feel the doctor's anticipation on the other end of the line.
Conclusion
The farting session lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a few minutes. Finally, Annette's phone fell silent. She opened her eyes and looked down, surprised to see that her entire body was covered in a fine layer of fart mist. She felt exhausted but satisfied, like she had just experienced something truly unique and intense. As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if she would ever see her fart doctor again, and what other kinky adventures they could embark on together.