Dgc Femdom Videos - (Part 2) Just Smell My Farts, I Know It's Good For You

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Dgc Femdom Videos - (Part 2) Just Smell My Farts, I Know It's Good For You

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The Fart-Loving Slave's Test of Endurance

Part 2: Just Smell My Farts, I Know It's Good For You

Polly, the enigmatic Domme, continued her perverse test of the fart-loving slave's devotion. She held the fart inhaler close to his face, relishing the sight of him eagerly inhaling her potent farts. The device, designed by Polly herself, directed a direct stream of her farts into his nostrils and mouth.

As he gasped and coughed from the intense smell, Polly watched his reactions with a mix of amusement and anticipation. Satisfied with his ability to withstand her farts, she decided to raise the stakes. She stood up, her towering figure casting a shadow over the now prostrate slave.

"Now, it's time for the real deal," she purred, her voice echoing in the darkened room.

With a sultry smile, Polly lowered herself onto the slave's face, her ample thighs enveloping his head like a warm, suffocating blanket. The room was suddenly filled with the intoxicating aroma of her ass, as her fart cloud engulfed them both.

The slave, his face buried deep in Polly's cushiony folds, revelled in the overwhelming stench. He couldn't believe he was actually getting paid to do this - to worship at the altar of Polly's farts.

As she began to move, grinding her hips against his face, the slave could feel her warmth penetrating every pore of his being. He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of her powerful farts washing over him.

Polly rode him, her ass cheeks slapping against his face in rhythm with her hips. She let out long, low moans of pleasure, the vibrations of which sent shivers down the slave's spine.

Time seemed to stand still as they danced in this twisted symphony of power and submission. The fart-filled air became their only companion, binding them together in a perverse embrace.

As the video drew to a close, Polly finally broke the spell, pulling her body away from the slave's. She stood up, towering over him once again, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"There you have it, my loyal subject," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "You've proven yourself worthy of my farts - and now, we shall continue our journey together."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the slave to wonder what new challenge she had in store for him. As he lay there, breathing in the lingering scent of Polly's farts, he couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration and anticipation. For him, there was no greater pleasure than being at the mercy of his Mistress - and her farts.

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