She had no idea what she was in for when I broke inside her house. I taped up her mouth, hands, feet and had her face in the pillow, hips up—completely under my control. SashamonaeFarts was gassy, and I made sure every bit of it was for me. She squirmed, trying to hold back the pressure, but I wasn’t letting her. I teased it out of her—slow, deep, and raw. Every fart, every sound, every scent—mine. She tried screaming, hollering, and running away, but I wasn’t giving her a break. In fact, the more she tried to run away the more turned on I got. I had her just how I wanted her: face down, gassy, pants pulled down and completely at my mercy.