Brazil Fetish Films - Your Face Will Stinky Like My Rotten Farts III

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Brazil Fetish Films - Your Face Will Stinky Like My Rotten Farts III

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Your Face Will Stinky Like My Rotten Farts III

As Princess Red Moon reclined on her plush velvet throne, her regal gaze fell upon her helpless slave. The smell of her most recent, stomach-churning fart still hung thick in the air. The slave couldn't help but tremble beneath her gaze, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.



The princess let out a slow, satisfied sigh, savoring the power she held over this pathetic creature at her feet. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her massive weight to press down on the slave's chest. "Do you enjoy the taste of my ass, slave?" she purred, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement.



The slave's mouth opened and closed wordlessly, her eyes wide with fear and arousal. She could only nod frantically, the stench of her queen's farts filling her senses. Princess Red Moon chuckled darkly, her thick thighs quivering with each raucous laugh.



Without warning, she leaned back again, sending the slave tumbling to the floor. The slave landed in a heap, gasping for air as the weight of her mistress was suddenly lifted from her chest. She looked up, her eyes wide with terror and anticipation, waiting to see what would come next from this twisted goddess.



Princess Red Moon leaned forward once more, hovering just out of reach. "Do you want more of my farts, slave?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. The slave could only nod frantically, unable to tear her eyes from those dangerous crimson orbs.



With a cruel smile, Princess Red Moon lowered herself back down onto the slave's prostrate form. She released a long, low growl as she unleashed another torrent of putrid gas directly into the slave's face. The slave squirmed beneath her weight, her whole body trembling as she tried to escape the overpowering stench.



And so it went on, Princess Red Moon relishing in the power she held over her helpless slave. Each fart blown into the slave's face brought an evil grin to the princess's lips, and each whiff of the noxious cloud sent shivers down the slave's spine. As the minutes ticked by, the slave could only wonder when—or if—this torture would ever end.

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