When he farted on my face

I know this may sound strange,
But when that odor filled my range,
It only made me crave him more,
As I continued to explore.

Giving him a rimjob was all I wanted,
My desires were fully haunted,
By the thought of his body,
And the flavors that could be naughty.

Oh, the shock that ran through me,
When he let out a fart;
As I was giving him a Rimjob
It was all I could take, in part.

I screamed and shouted in disgust,
Feeling the air hit my lips;
The smell, so strong, it was a must,
To abandon the moment, with flips.

But strangely enough,
Rather than turning me off;
It turned me on much more,
With a new sense of zeal for love's trough

So when that fart escaped his crack,
I didn't turn away, I didn't backtrack,
Instead, I found myself more turned on,
As I continued to nibble and stroke along.

The smell was strong, I won't deny,
But it was like a fuel to the fire inside,
My passion and lust for him,
Only grew stronger as I continued to do.

So I licked and kissed and ate,
More passionately than before;
It was a strange turn of fate,
As I found herself asking for more.

Despite the humiliation and shame,
I found myself liking it;
It was a new sense of sweet, sweet game,
For which I could never quit.

It may be gross to some,
But to me, it only added to the fun,
As I licked and sucked and kissed,
I couldn't help but feel blissed.