You Lied to Me, Short King So I Gave You My Farts Instead

Description: You said you were six feet tall.you promised romance, roses, strong arms around my waist…so i dressed up. i wore my heels. but when you walked in? you barely reached my hip. and in that moment… my heart broke. all those weeks of talking… all that hope…and you gave me a fantasy built on lies. now i’m here, my belly swollen and tight from nerves, and anxiety. it’s bubbling. gurgling. and you? you’re not getting a kiss. you’re not touching my thighs.you’re definitely not tasting my pussy. but you are getting something personal. because if you’re not my lover…then you’re my fart cushion. i’m gonna sit on your face and let every smelly fart escape right into your mouth. from soft, teasing puffs… to deep, wet, gurgling blorps. i’m giving you it all.you wanted a date, instead you have to breathe deep, sweetheart…