Amateur Sub X - Goddess Stellar Rotten Farts On Sub X Face II

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Goddess Stellar Rotten Farts On Sub X Face II

As the dim lights flickered on, casting eerie shadows across the dank dungeon, Sub X found himself awakening in a cold sweat. Chains rattled ominously around him, and the intoxicating scent of a goddess's presence filled the air. With a slow, deliberate step, Stellar descended the stairs, her towering frame casting an imposing silhouette against the wall. She wore nothing but a pair of black leather thigh-high boots, emphasizing her every curve as she approached her helpless submissive with a predatory grin.



"Goddess Stellar," Sub X whimpered, his voice trembling with fear and anticipation. He knew what was coming next, and there was no escaping it. As she loomed over him, her piercing gaze boring into his soul, he couldn't help but feel both terrified and aroused by her unyielding power.



"You have been a very naughty sub," she purred, her words dripping with venomous sweetness. "But I am here to teach you a lesson you will never forget." With that, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face towards her crotch, exposing him to the foul odor of her rotten farts. "Smell it, slave," she commanded, her voice now cold and emotionless. "Smell the stench of your mistress's asshole."



Shivering in terror, yet unable to resist the allure of his goddess, Sub X inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the putrid scent. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before—a mix of rancid odors that made him want to gag, yet somehow left him aching for more. His eyes watered as he struggled to maintain composure, knowing that refusing would mean disobeying his mistress and facing her wrath.



As the minutes ticked by, Stellar stood over him, watching his discomfort with a twisted sense of satisfaction. She could see the conflict raging inside him—the desire to please her and the repulsion towards the fumes—and it only fueled her cruel amusement. Finally, when she deemed he had suffered enough, she released him, sending him crashing back onto the cold stone floor.



"You may be excused," she said, her voice cold and distant. "Clean yourself up, slave. And never forget who holds your leash." With a flick of her wrist, she turned and walked away, leaving Sub X to nurse his wounds and wonder what fresh hell she had in store for him next.

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