I know that this is not a respectful thing to do, and I actually would never do to anyone, but I was thinking about waxing with laser or not, and farting while someone is waxing your ass, near your asshole... And then you simply fart on their face and they can't complain - actually they can, but let's imagine a scene that they can't complain, and they just have to endure your gassing fumes. And you can also blame the pain your feeling with the process, or the position your are, holding your ass cheeks apart and pointing to the air your butt...
And now we have a whole lot of things that can happen after...
You can tell them it's hurting and then they just start massaging and kissing your asshole and cheeks, trying to ease the pain, while you just blow your farts on their face...
OR
They can get really mad about it, and simply at YOUR face and fart during all the waxing session, just to teach you a lesson...
OR
You can be really bad and simply shove their face in your ass and tell them your paying for the service, so they shouldn't complain about anything...
OR...
Ok, maybe I got carried away, but that's it
And obviously these are just fake scenarios, that just works on imagination , cause no one should be disrespectful with anyone in real life... But imagining it, oh, it's a little hot, right...? Do you want me to shave your ass, babe? 😏 /j
and it's cute how they try to keep it professional, even if you're so goddamn hairy they can't even see your asshole behind the jungle of curls rimming your pucker. yet. not even when it splutters open and sprays a rancid one right into their face.
it's adorable how theyre still fighting to treat you like their darling customer, as if you don't keep grunting and pushing out steaming farts into their mouth. the tuft of your asshole hair puffs with each expulsion — brushing their nose as you buck your hips purposefully. you can feel their fingers trembling while they spread your fleshy cheeks apart, knowing full well they could let go and stop getting a face-full of your radioactive gas but they don't, because they pride themselves on their impeccable customer service and they're not about to stop now.
not even when you abruptly back your hairy hole up against their face and let the real bubblers fly out. deep, guttural rippers that come right from the pits of your stomach — droning on for several seconds and flecking their cheeks with wetness. they start hacking, coughing, turning to the side — and that's when you grab the back of their head, shove their face into your plump, swampy ass and let them know how to serve you for real.
