Whenever I fuck you, I will do so in a manner that forces your body to queef and fart. The key is to completely pull out and then thrust back into you with each stroke, thereby pushing more and more air into your hole. Eventually, all of this air will need to be released. If I am fucking your cunt, you will queef; if I am fucking your asshole, you will fart.

Now, there is nothing attractive about a hairy, wet, smelly cunt queefing on my cock. A hairy, smelly asshole farting on me is even less appealing. But the important thing is that you know your queefs and farts are disgusting too—and every time one escapes your holes you will feel ashamed(as well you should).

You will blush and apologize as your holes sputter and blow out air, filling the room with filthy sounds and even filthier smells—but you won’t be able to stop. To the contrary, your queefs and farts will only get worse the longer you are fucked. As your holes get stretched and opened, your queefs and farts will get louder, wetter, smellier.

It will be the same, each and every time you are fucked. Eventually, you will give up trying to hold back your queefs and farts; after all, there is no point, you won’t be able to control it. You will sink into your filth and accept that you are nothing but a disgusting animal that belongs on the end of a leash.