Babiventurafetish - Doctor Rosalia Peach farts to cure a sick patient's cough. part 4

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Doctor Rosalia Peach farts to cure a sick patient's cough. part 4

In Doctor Rosalia Peach's lavish office, the queen of the gagging ass sat regally on her plush throne, her eyes scanning the room for her next patient. As the doors opened, a meek man entered, his gaze fixed on the floor. He approached hesitantly, a handkerchief clutched in one trembling hand.



"What seems to be the problem?" asked Dr. Peach, her voice like velvet. The patient glanced up at her, his eyes filling with tears.



"I... I can't stop coughing," he stammered. "It's been days, and I'm getting nowhere."



Dr. Peach studied him for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. Then, she stood and walked around her desk, towering over him. Her crimson stilettos click-clacked on the polished floor as she leaned down, her breath tickling his ear.



"Hmmm," she purred. "I think I have just the thing to cure your cough."



Before he could ask what she meant, she grabbed him by the collar and led him towards her famous medical chair. It was designed for maximum discomfort, with thick leather straps dangling from every corner. The patient's heart raced as he realized where he was going.



"Don't worry, dear patient," Dr. Peach reassured him, her voice low and seductive. "I promise you'll feel much better after this."



With a deft move, she secured his arms and legs to the chair, leaving him helpless and exposed. Then, she reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a small jar. Unscrewing the lid, she wafted the contents under his nose.



"Breathe deeply," she commanded.



The patient did as he was told, inhaling deeply. Suddenly, his nostrils were filled with the most putrid smell imaginable. It was a mix of rotten eggs, garbage, and something far worse. But despite the discomfort, he couldn't help but obey her.



"That's it," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Now, let me help you cough it out."



And with that, she lifted up her skirt, revealing her pale, perfect thighs. She positioned herself directly above his face, and with a deep, rumbling sigh, released a gust of fetid wind directly into his face. The patient gagged and choked, his eyes watering as he fought for air.



But it wasn't over. Dr. Peach leaned down, her ample cleavage practically spilling into his face. She whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.



"That's just a taste of what's to come," she purred, her lips barely moving. "I'm going to help you cough up all that phlegm, and in the process, you'll experience a level of ass-crushing pleasure that you never thought possible."



As she spoke, she lowered herself onto his chest, her massive ass pressing him down into the chair. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, her stomach quaking with each giggle. And then, she began to fart, one after another, each one stronger than the last. With every fart, she ground her hips into his face, making him inhale even more of her putrid gas.



It was an experience like no other. He was both repulsed and aroused, his body revolting against the onslaught of farts while his mind begged for more. And as the video ended, leaving him gasping for air, he knew that he would return to Dr. Rosalia Peach, queen of the gagging ass, time and time again.

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