Call Me Alexyah - I just want to fart in your face

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Call Me Alexyah - I just want to fart in your face

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I just want to fart in your face

Title: The Divine Assault on His Senses



In a dimly lit room, the air is thick with anticipation as Alexyah, the goddess herself, prepares to dominate her insignificant slave. Dressed in nothing but a skimpy thong, she towers over him, her massive boobs jutting out provocatively. With a smirk, she clasps her hands behind her head and leans in close, her warm breath fanning across his cheek.



"Today," she purrs, her voice like velvet over steel, "I'm going to show you just how much power I hold over you."



And with that, she lowers herself onto his face, her ass settling comfortably on his chest. He tries to resist but finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from her perfect derrière. It's an awe-inspiring sight: round, plump, and invitingly soft—a veritable pillow for his face.



As he struggles beneath her weight, she grins wickedly and begins to fart in his face. The stench is overwhelming, but he can't bring himself to move away. Instead, he obediently leans closer, his nose practically buried in her ass crack. A thrill runs through him as she uses his tongue to clean up her mess and then feeds her farts directly into his mouth.



"That's it," she coos, running a hand through her cascading hair. "You're such a good little slave."



Her words send shivers down his spine as she increases the intensity of her gas attacks. Every fart is hotter than the last, each one filling his mouth and leaving him gasping for air. He tries to protest but she silences him with a slap across the face, followed by a brutal kick to the balls.



"I didn't ask for your opinion," she growls, her voice low and threatening. "You exist only to please me."



And so he continues to endure her assault, willingly submitting to her every whim. As the session draws to a close, she mounts him once more and begins to grind her hips, her ass cheeks slapping against his face in a rhythmic dance of domination.



Finally, she sits back with a satisfied smile, her hands resting on her ample hips. "Good job, slave," she murmurs, her voice full of dark promise. "You've pleased me today."



And with that, she stands up, towering over him once more. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with adoration and fear, wondering what she'll ask him to do next. But for now, he's content to bask in the afterglow of their encounter, his body aching from the beating she's given him.



For this was a lesson in power—a lesson he'll never forget.

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