No - he's got a plan of attack

John was amazed at her masochism. Doe always acted like a tough bitch around the office, but here she was roiling in ecstasy at being **** to clean out her mortal enemy's dirty asshole. He couldn't abide this - she needed to be put in her fucking place!

Holding in a laugh, John clenched his stomach and **** out a large and nasty fart right into her face. That would teach the bitch her place and make her slow her roll, or so he mistakenly thought. But he had underestimated the depths of her debauchery. Doe gagged and tasted vomit in her mouth and she felt so incredibly humiliated it was like an electric current ran through her body and her brain shut down. Letting out a long and guttural moan, Doe felt her entire body tremble and quiver in a mind-blowing orgasm. Her pussy clamped tight around her fingers and she squeezed John's cock tightly, convulsing in throes of orgasmic delight.

She blew John's mind. Now that he knew just how fucking filthy the office cunt truly was, and having witnessed her ultimate shame achieving orgasm from his flatulence, he too lost control and started to cum uncontrollably. Thick spurts of his semen spewed out of his cock into the air, landing all over Doe's hair and hands and over his own shirt.

When their mutual orgasms were finally over, John and Doe slowly regained their senses. That fucked up, unspeakable, heinous experience seemed to have forged a silent something between them. John looked down at Doe looking up at him from between his legs and they shared a lingering look that spoke volumes.

John looked down at the camera and stopped the recording. He hit the Delete button. Nobody needed to know about this and nobody ever would.