Her grin only widened as she saw me coughing, cheeks flushed. She lifted her big fluffy skunk tail high, arching her back so that it framed her perfectly round bottom. Slowly, deliberately, she reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks wide open.

Her butthole flexed in front of me, the adorable tiny twitching star tightening and relaxing with cruel rhythm. From inside, I could see the dark outline of her scent glands poking out, trembling with the threat of something far worse.  
“Keep your eyes open,” she ordered, her voice low and teasing. “Don’t look away from my butthole. Watch it clench. Watch my spray glands pulse. This is the view you’ve earned.” We stayed there for what felt like a few moments.

My breath grew shaky, nostrils flaring with each wave of heat that drifted from her. She noticed. She always noticed.

“Mmm… I can tell you’re smelling it already,” she purred, rocking her hips slightly. “Tell me… describe it. What do you think I’ve eaten today? Say it out loud!”

My throat went dry as I tried to find the words. She gave a sharp, playful squeeze of her cheeks, flexing her butthole again. “Don’t make me wait. Describe it!”

“I don’t know… Brussel sprouts?” I answered softly.

She scoffed and leaned down further, her tail curling higher, her ass pressing closer to my face. “Not good enough.

Beg me. Beg me not to spray you,” as she aimed her butthole right up your dominant nostril.

“I… please, don’t spray me,” I muttered.  
She giggled darkly. “Pathetic. That’s not convincing at all.” Her back arched deeper, tail rising like a banner in the air. She bent over until her butthole was hovering right over my nostrils flexing, cheeks spread wide by her hands, glands trembling as if ready to erupt thick and oily skunk musk that would instantly burn my sinuses numb.

“You think that’ll stop me?” she teased, her voice sharp and sing-song at once. “I could drown you in musk right now and my butthole would be the last thing you smell. Do better.”

Finally, desperate, I begged the way she wanted — voice cracked, pleading, every word spilling from my mouth in submission.  
That earned a wicked giggle. “There’s my good boy,” as her butthole flexed repeatedly against my nostrils.

Before I could react, her hand shot back, grabbing the back of my head, holding me in place. My nostrils pressed flush against her butthole. I felt it clench once, twice, then loosen.

“Now…Deep inhale baby…,” she whispered, and then while constricting her abs and pushing deep within her stomach before relaxing her asshole and her lower intestines from the pressure escaping, A long, airy fart hissed out, hot and sulfur-laced with absolute putrid eggs, flooding into my nose and overwhelming me.

My stomach churned, head spinning, as she held me there with her hand pinning the back of my head, locking my nostrils to her slightly opened hole as she released her dairy rot into my skull. It made a silent airy sound traveling directly through my sinuses, coating every bit of them with the air that’s been building up in her gut for hours.

When she finally released me, I gasped, dizzy and reeling, while she only hovered over me with her tail swaying, laughing softly at the sight of me undone. “How does my gut smell, babe?”

GF Venessa Pt1