Pastel Goddess - Hot Bully Girl Ruins a Nerds Homework

The night was young, and Pastel Goddess was at a party with her friends. The music was blaring, and everyone was having a great time, but she felt the sudden urge to find a bathroom. As she made her way through the crowd, she noticed a lonely boy sitting in a corner, hunched over his books. Pastel paused for a moment, feeling a twinge of pity for the nerdy kid who didn't know how to have fun. With a smirk, she approached the boy and leaned over his shoulder, looking down at the ink he had been painstakingly committed to paper. "What are you doing here?" She asked mockingly, amused by the pathetic sight before her. The boy looked up, his glasses slipping down his nose, and offered a weak smile. "I'm just studying...," he stammered, his voice barely audible over the music. Pastel rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips, her pastel-colored fingernails catching the light. "Really?" She scoffed, making sure to emphasize the word 'really'. "You couldn't care less about having fun or making any friends. You'd rather spend your time worrying about stupid grades and missing out on everything." The boy's face reddened, and he started to mumble something about how it was important to him. But Pastel wasn't listening. She was too busy formulating her next move. With a wicked grin, she stepped back and watched as the boy quickly realized what she had in mind. She took a few steps back, settling into a comfortable squatting position, and let out a loud sigh. "You know," she said loudly, hoping it would draw attention away from her actions, "I really have to take a shit." The boy's eyes widened in horror as he realized what she was about to do. Without wasting another moment, Pastel lowered her pastel-colored thong and let out a long, satisfying fart. The smell was overwhelmingly sweet and fruity, and the boy started to gag as he watched in disgust. She ignored his cries for mercy, instead focusing on the task at hand. Slowly but surely, she lowered herself onto his homework, her soft ass cheeks pressing down onto the innocent sheets of paper. She grimaced in pleasure as she felt the warmth spread through her body. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. As she started to take longer, more pleasurable dumps onto his work, the boy tried to escape, but it was too late. He was trapped by her overflowing pleasure and intense humiliation. She pulled out strands of his hair and pushed his face deep into the pile of shit she had made as she continued to relieve herself. After what felt like an eternity, Pastel finally finished and stood up, her body glistening with sweat and exertion. She looked down at the pathetic boy beneath her before giving him a final parting shot - "Enjoy your art," she laughed, "I sure did." And with that, she walked away, leaving him to clean up his own mess.