Luca spotted Anet across the dimly lit dorm lounge, her dark clothes hugging her frame like a second skin, sweatpants slung low on her hips. At nineteen, he was slender with a smooth face free of any beard, and something about her confident stance made his pulse quicken. She caught his eye and smirked, striding over with purpose.
"New here, slender boy?" Anet said, her voice sharp and teasing. "I'm Anet. You look like you need someone to tell you what to do." Luca chuckled nervously, trying to match her wit. "And you look like the type who'd enjoy it. What's your game?" She leaned in close, her breath warm. "Fart slave material, maybe. Think you can handle an ass like mine without tapping out?" Their banter sparked instantly, her words cutting through the tension like witty knives.
They moved to her room, the air thick with anticipation. Anet locked the door and turned, pulling him into a kiss that was all dominance. "Strip," she commanded, not submissive in the slightest. Luca obeyed, his cock already hard as she shed her dark top, sweatpants still on. "You talk big, but let's see if that mouth works on more than words," she quipped, pushing him to his knees. The seduction built as she ground against him, her pussy growing wet through the fabric.
Anet yanked down her sweatpants, revealing her ass. "Worship it, slave. Inhale." She let out a long, warm fart directly onto his face, the scent hitting him like a filthy promise. Luca moaned, horny beyond reason, his tongue darting out as she laughed. "That's right, pant for it. You're mine now." The tension exploded into action as she turned, taking his cock into her mouth for a sloppy blowjob, sucking hard while her fingers teased her dripping pussy.
Sweating and panting, Anet climbed atop him, guiding his hard cock into her wet pussy. She rode him with fierce control, her ass cheeks slapping down as another fart escaped, enveloping them both in the raw, erotic haze. "Fuck, your cock feels perfect buried in me," she gasped, witty even mid-thrust. "But remember, this ass owns you." Luca came hard inside her, cum spilling as she clenched and released another wet fart, her own orgasm crashing through with dripping juices coating him.
They collapsed in a sweaty tangle, her strong hands pinning his wrists. Anet grinned, already plotting. "Good start, fart slave. But next time, we go deeper."
Little did Luca know, Anet's plans stretched far beyond this first surrender.
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