Literature
In the bondage of a washing machine (( Fart Story)
Mark had always harbored a secret crush on Karen, his best friend Lisa's hot mom a fit, curvaceous woman with thick thighs and a round, jiggling ass that drove him wild. He'd hugged her countless times at the door, pressing his face close to steal whiffs of her scent, and on a few bold occasions, he'd bent down to 'take off his shoes' just to bury his nose near her crack, inhaling the salty, sour tang of her sweaty butt after her gym sessions. It was his twisted fetish, ass sniffing that made his cock throb, but he hated the humiliation of being caught or controlled. Today, for April Fools', he'd come to prank Lisa, sneaking into the apartment and climbing into the washing machine's drum from the toploading hatch, curling up in the dark, humid space amid the faint musty smell of old laundry. He waited, heart pounding, but Lisa never came.
Instead, Karen's phone buzzed loudly in the quiet room. She set the basket down with a thud and hopped up casually, sitting right on the open hatch,
