Meat directs his attention to Candy's ass

As Candy came down from her throes of orgasm, Meat's attention was drawn to the soft globes of her jiggling ass. His large hand cupped Candy's ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he gave it a firm squeeze. "Yer fartbox seems mighty tight, girly," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Mind if I take a little poke?" His thumb grazed the puckered hole, causing Candy to shudder beneath him. She had never let anyone touch her there, not even her husband, who had begged for years to claim that part of her. The term "fartbox" made her cheeks flush with embarrassment; she had never even let anyone hear her pass gas, let alone have such a crude term directed at her body.

Candy's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she looked up at Meat, her voice trembling slightly. "Why... why are you calling it a fartbox?" she asked, trying to sound offended but unable to hide the curiosity in her tone. "I'm a lady, and ladies don't... they don't fart," she insisted, though her eyes betrayed her nervousness. She glanced down at where his thumb still lingered near her untouched entrance. "And I've never... I've never let anyone take me there. Not even my Andy. He's always wanted to, but I just couldn't..."

Meat's deep laughter rumbled through the room, his chest shaking with amusement as he gazed down at Candy's flushed face. "When I'm done with yer ass, girly," he said, his voice low and teasing, "you'll know why I call it your fartbox. Ya'll be farting my cum for days, big bubbles of it coming out of yer stink. Imagine it—every time ya shower, my cum bubbling out of ya, and yer hubby none the wiser." His words were crude, but they sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy twitching at the filthy imagery.