Farting Sniffer - Farting on chair *

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Farting Sniffer - Farting on chair *

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Farting on chair *

As you step into her lavish throne room, the queen's regal aura permeates every inch of the opulent space. Her eyes, a piercing sapphire hue, lock onto you, commanding your attention. She sits upon her lavish golden chair, one hand resting on its intricately carved armrest, the other casually draped over the high back. Her gown is a mesmerizing tapestry of crimson and gold, flowing around her like molten lava.



"Kneel before your sovereign," she demands, her voice like velvet and steel. Obeying her command, you kneel at her feet, gazing up at her towering figure. She towers over you, her height unmatched and awe-inspiring. Her long, manicured nails drag across the smooth leather of the chair as she shifts her weight, drawing your focus to her immense size.



"I sense you have an offering for me," she purrs, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. A wicked gleam sparks in those sapphire depths as you fumble with nervousness, unsure if your gift will please her. You present the object of your affection: a freshly baked pie with an irresistible scent that fills the air. The queen's nostrils flare in delight.



"I see you've been practicing your craft," she says, her voice filled with approval. Her fingers wrap around the piece de resistance, lifting it to her mouth. Just as she takes a bite, however, something else captures her attention—a barely audible fart escapes your lips.



Your face flushes crimson as you realize your faux pas. The queen's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them. "So, you have a secret fetish, do you?" she asks, her voice now laced with menace. You nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. She chuckles darkly and leans down, her face mere inches from yours.



"I think I can help you with that," she says, her breath hot against your cheek. With a swift motion, she lifts you into her lap, cradling you like a baby. Your heart races as she begins to eat the pie, savoring every bite while her other hand plays with your hair. Soon enough, she's finished, and her stomach rumbles contentedly.



"Now it's time for you to earn your reward," she says, her voice a low rumble. She lifts you up to her mouth, and you feel a warm, gentle breeze against your face. You close your eyes, anticipating her next move. And then it comes: a monstrous fart that envelops you entirely. Your body trembles with delight as she holds you close, her giantess form engulfing you in a cloud of putrid gas.



You gasp for air, your head spinning from the intensity of the sensation. But you don't want it to stop. She holds you there, suspended in this haze of pleasure and power, until finally she releases you, sending you stumbling back to the floor.



Breathless and dazed, you look up at her, wondering what comes next. The queen smirks, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now get back to work, my little fart connoisseur," she says, her voice ringing with amusement and darkness. As you scramble away, you know you'll do anything to please her—to be wrapped up in her farts once more.

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