Mistress Claire Delacroix - MCD - AFTER DINNER FARTING DUO - Full HD

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Mistress Claire Delacroix - MCD - AFTER DINNER FARTING DUO - Full HD

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MCD - AFTER DINNER FARTING DUO - Full HD

As the lights dim and the aroma of exotic spices lingers in the air, Mistress Claire Delacroix and her friend Lady Scarlet recline on the plush sofa, their eyes gleaming with mischief. The fullness of their bellies from an indulgent Indian feast weighs heavily against the silk upholstery as they recall the presence of a slave in their grand chateau.



With a sinister smirk, Claire reaches for her cell phone and punches in a familiar number. Almost immediately, a faint tremble echoes through the room - the telltale sign of their slave's approach. When he finally enters, his head bowed in submission, the two mistresses can't help but let out a voluptuous chuckle.



"You may rise, toad," Claire purrs, her voice dripping with venom. "We have decided to grace you with our disgusting farts this evening."



The slave's eyes widen in fear, his nostrils flaring as he tries to catch a whiff of their unholy aroma. "As you command, mistresses," he mutters, his voice shaking.



Lady Scarlet leans forward, her hand resting possessively on her distended belly. "You know we love to hear the sound of our own farts," she coos, her smile predatory. "And we'll be damned if we don't make the most of having an audience."



With that, the two women let loose a symphony of putrid noise, their cheeks hollowing and their eyes rolling back in ecstasy as their bodies betray them. The slave cowers, unable to look away from the spectacle before him, his own arousal conflicting with his terror.



"You like that, don't you, toad?" Claire taunts, her fingers tracing circles around her own navel. "You're hard for your mistresses' farts, aren't you?"



The slave's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly. "Yes, mistress," he manages to choke out.



As the evening wears on, the women continue to exploit their slave's fetish, pushing him further and further into depravity. Their bellies rumble ominously, threatening yet another onslaught of noxious gas. But it is the power dynamic that truly intoxicates them, the knowledge that they hold the keys to their servant's deepest desires and darkest secrets.



And so, the after-dinner farting duo reigns supreme, their throne room echoing with the sounds of their domination and submission.

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