Dgc Femdom Videos - (Part 2) A Young Brat Farting In The guy's Face

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The Queen of Farts

A Young Brat Farting In The guy's Face (Part 2)

The room was filled with a thick, musky scent that made Jhully's slave squirm uncomfortably. She knew what it was; she had been warned. With a smug grin on her face, Jhully settled herself onto the poor man's chest, her thighs sandwiching his head as she savored the power she held over him.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," she teased, her voice dripping with condescension. "It's just a little fart, isn't it?" She took a deep breath and let out a long, rumbling sigh, her giantess form shaking as the stinky gas filled the room.

The slave tried to hold his breath, but he couldn't help himself. He inhaled deeply, taking in the putrid stench that assaulted his senses. His eyes watered, and he felt like he might gag, but he couldn't move. He was trapped beneath the weight of his mistress, who seemed to grow larger with each passing moment.

"That's it," Jhully purred, her voice a low growl. "You're going to enjoy this, aren't you?" She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Because if you don't, I'll make you eat my dirty underwear."

The threat sent shivers down the slave's spine, but he couldn't deny the thrill he felt beneath the discomfort. He knew that he was at the mercy of this young dominatrix, and he loved every second of it. As she sat on his face, grinding her hips against his nose to force the foul gas deeper into his lungs, he could feel himself growing hard beneath her weight.

"That's it," she encouraged, her eyes gleaming with delight. "You like it, don't you?" She leaned back, taking the weight off his chest but keeping him pinned beneath her. "Now, tell me," she demanded, her voice low and threatening. "Do you love how it feels when I fart on your face?"

The slave hesitated, unsure of what answer would please her more. But before he could speak, Jhully leaned forward again, trapping him once more under her massive form. "I didn't hear an answer," she warned, her breath hot against his skin. "I asked you a question."

The slave swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes," he managed to whisper. "I love it."

A slow, wicked smile spread across Jhully's face. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. "Now, let's see if you can take a real stinker." With that, she lowered herself onto his face again, her massive weight crushing him as she released another powerful fart directly into his mouth.

The slave gagged and choked, struggling to breathe as the noxious gas filled his lungs. But even in his discomfort, he couldn't deny the rush of power that coursed through him, making him feel both humiliated and exhilarated at the same time.

"That's it," Jhully cooed, her voice husky with pleasure. "You're such a good little toilet, aren't you?" She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Do you want more?"

The slave nodded frantically, his entire body trembling with anticipation. He knew that he was at the mercy of this young goddess, and he loved every moment of it. He was her slave, and she could do whatever she wanted with him, even if it meant being subjected to her foul-smelling farts again and again.

As Jhully sat on his face, grinding her hips against his nose to force the stinky gas deeper into his lungs, the slave couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure. He was hers, and she knew it. And she loved every second of it.

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