Bigger Butts Make Bigger Farts - Secretary Edition

Description: I invite you over to my place to settle a very important and ongoing office matter: bigger butts make bigger farts. something i have proved time and time again. i’m dressed for the job in a tailored houndstooth suspender mini, white lace high-neck crop top, a wide white waist-belt with a gold buckle, sheer white fishnet garter stockings with crisscross details up the fronts, and black platform heels. i tease you from across the room, turning to show how my hourglass curves pack that skirt, then i beckon you closer so we can “conduct our test.” you lie back, face up. i step into position over you, hands on my hips, and remind you of today’s mantra: “bigger butts make bigger farts.” the proof starts rolling in right away. some reeky behind blasts are bold and brassy, some are snappy little cheek-flappers, some are long and rumbly with deep vibrating bass. i work my generous booty like a metronome, hips tipping forward to clench and then popping back to present, or bending side to side so every gassy note gets its moment. when it hits, i wave the air behind my tushy as if i could fan it away, then pinch my nose and laugh because it’s way too late to save myself from the odor. the smell is unforgettable. one moment it’s eggy and pungent, the next it turns sour and rotten, then a thick, stale funk that lingers like a noxious haze. i wrinkle my nose, swat at the air, and groan at the miasma rising in hot waves around us both. “why does it smell so bad?” i gasp, then grin, telling you to “suck it up” or “breathe it in” or “inhale,” before instructing you to repeat your new mantra line with me again and again: “bigger butts make bigger farts.” around the midpoint i slide off the belt and tug the skirt away so you can drink in the full look. the white lace top goes deliciously sheer under the lights. the full garter-stocking set frames my peachy cheeks, and the satin-front lace-back panties ride high so the dumper takes center stage. i hover, do a half-squat to give you crisp and deep up-nose deliveries, then stand tall again to let the pooter perform perfectly. each rip earns a fresh reaction, from shocked giggles to dramatic head snaps as that fetid backend wind steamrolls my senses. i coach you through it like a playful boss, tapping my backend or gripping its meatiness in my hand, while making you chant along. bigger butts do what? that’s right — make bigger farts. i finish our little demonstration with a string of satisfying releases, a nose-pinch and a wicked smile, then a slow hip roll that sets my cakes jiggling and wobbling over your face-up vantage. consider the case closed and the mantra your forever homework. bigger butts make bigger farts, and this stacked secretary just gave you all the evidence you’ll ever need.