Yourfantasy6190 - Farting in Her Face While She Worships

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Yourfantasy6190 - Farting in Her Face While She Worships

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Farting in Her Face While She Worships

As you step into the dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation, your eyes adjust to the shadows. There she is, kneeling on the cold floor, her head bowed in submission. Her lips are parted, and her chest rises and falls rapidly as she prepares for what's to come. You can't take your eyes off her; she's breathtakingly beautiful even in this humiliating position.



You approach slowly, savoring the moment. You reach down and grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up forcefully. Her eyes meet yours, filled with fear and excitement. You can see the beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she anticipates your next move. You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.



"You've been such a good little worshipper," you whisper in her ear, your hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Now it's time to see if you're really worthy of my attention." With that, you lower your pants and reveal your bare ass to her. She gulps audibly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.



Slowly, you begin to push your fart out, letting it fill the room with its putrid stench. Her eyes widen as she realizes what's happening, but she doesn't move an inch. She remains glued to your ass, her nose buried in your crack. You push again, this time forcing the fart into her face. She gasps for air, choking on the noxious fumes.



"That's it," you murmur, reaching down to caress her cheek with your free hand. "Take it all in. This is your punishment, and I am your god." You continue to release farts into her face, each one stronger than the last. She whimpers pitifully, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she doesn't move an inch from her position.



As you finally grow tired of this game, you grab her shoulders roughly and pull her away from your ass. She gags on the last bits of your fart, coughing violently. You step back, admiring your handiwork. She's a mess - her face is flushed, her hair is a tangled mess, and her eyes are filled with shame and desire.



"That," you say, your voice ringing with power, "is what happens when you displease your god." You turn and walk away, leaving her on her knees, still trying to catch her breath. The room is silent except for the sound of her soft sobs.

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