Goddess Of Gross - Prom Dress Princess Farts: Fart Fetish By BlondBlaster

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Goddess Of Gross - Prom Dress Princess Farts: Fart Fetish By BlondBlaster

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Prom Dress Princess: A Royal Fart Fetish

BlondBlaster's Nasty Offering from Goddess of Gross

It's the night of the prom, and Princess is ready to make your dreams come true. She stands in her magnificent gown, the crème de la crème of prom dresses, her blonde hair flowing down her back like a waterfall of sunshine. The dress clings to every curve of her voluptuous figure, accentuating her hourglass shape. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she turns to face you, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

"You've worked so hard to impress me," she purrs, her voice like velvet over steel. "And now it's time for you to earn your reward."

Stepping closer, she lets out a soft, gentle fart that fills the air with its sweet scent. It's a tease, a promise of things to come. And then she does it again, this time a little louder and much naughtier. The stench is overwhelming, but you can't help but lean in closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

"You want more?" she asks, her brow arching in challenge. "You'll do anything for a taste of my farts?"

You nod eagerly, your heart pounding with anticipation. She steps back, her dress swishing around her legs, and then she does it—she lets loose a monstrous fart that makes the room shake. It's the most disgusting, glorious thing you've ever smelled, and you can't help but howl with laughter.

"That's my fart slave!" she cackles, clapping her hands in delight. "Now get on your knees and worship at the altar of my ass!"

And so you do. You crawl towards her on your hands and knees, your nose pressed against the fabric of her dress, desperate to inhale every last bit of her farts. She laughs again, a hearty belly laugh that vibrates through your entire being.

"Tell me, my little fart slave," she says, her voice low and seductive. "Do you love my farts more than anything else in the world?"

You nod, your face buried in her dress. "More than anything," you murmur.

And with that, she lets out one final fart—a gargantuan blast that sends you reeling—and then she's gone, leaving you alone in the room, gasping for air and wondering when you'll get to worship at her fart altar again.

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