Belching beauty. Everything and anything that comes out of me, such perfect creature, is gold - and it makes you weak. So weak in fact you are already stroking. Up and down, furiously, as I burp straight onto your face. You patiently and eagerly await for another one of my explosive belches; and you sniff, taking it all in, until you can no longer resist and finally bust a nut. What a privilege it is, being this close to me and allowed to smell my sweet, yet smelly burps! x