Farts salvaje
The room was dimly lit, casting shadows across the walls as if painted by the flickering flames of candles. In the center of it all stood the towering figure of Princess Alexa, her long, shapely legs encased in black fishnet stockings and high heels that made her seem even taller. She was completely nude, her voluptuous body glistening with sweat under the harsh light of the video camera.
Her eyes were fixed on Ricardo, who knelt at her feet, his chin barely reaching the soft folds of her stomach. He looked up at her with a mix of fear and anticipation, knowing that one wrong move could mean the end of everything.
"Are you ready for this?" she purred, her voice deep and husky. She leaned down slightly, until her warm breath brushed against his cheek. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He nodded slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, my Queen."
With that, she straightened up and let out a long, loud fart that shook the room. It was one of the most powerful and pungent farts he had ever smelled, and he couldn't help but recoil slightly. But Princess Alexa just laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that sent shivers down his spine.
"That's it, Ricardo," she said, her voice full of delight. "You're doing great."
She stepped closer to him, her naked body pressing against his face. He could feel the heat emanating from her, and the stench of her farts was almost overwhelming. But he forced himself to stay still, knowing that this was what she wanted from him.
Princess Alexa grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up to her crotch. "Now, lick me clean," she commanded. "Every single drop."
Her labia were slick with sweat and the lingering scent of her farts. Ricardo hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth and tentatively tasting her. She tasted like power, like control, and he couldn't get enough.
As he licked and sucked on her, Princess Alexa moaned in pleasure. She placed one hand on his head, gently guiding him as he worshipped her. And when she was finally satisfied, she let out a final, earth-shattering fart that rocked the room.
"That's a good boy," she purred, her voice full of approval. "Now get on your knees and thank me for letting you serve me."
Ricardo did as he was told, falling to his knees in front of her. His cheeks were flushed, his heart pounding with excitement and fear. But there was no denying the thrill he felt at being so close to such an impossibly powerful woman.