Filth Fetish Studios - Fart Sniffing Toilet Slave - Princess Genevieve (HD1080p)

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Filth Fetish Studios - Fart Sniffing Toilet Slave - Princess Genevieve (HD1080p)

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The Royal Toilet Slave

Princess Genevieve's Nasty Fart Fantasy

Princess Genevieve's majestic figure filled the mirror as she adjusted her crown. Little did she know that beneath her regal exterior, a gurgling stomach churned and burned. With a wave of her hand, her loyal servant scurried in, holding a golden toilet seat for his queen to sit upon.

The princess lowered herself gracefully onto the throne, her diamond-studded heels dangling precariously above the porcelain bowl. She grimaced as the cool air brushed against her heated cheeks, signaling that her royal toilet was about to be taken. With a contented sigh, Genevieve closed her eyes and let her guards down, both literally and figuratively.

A moment later, a putrid gust of wind escaped her royal behind, sending waves of nauseating odor through the air. The toilet slave, whose face was mere inches away from the source of the noxious fumes, gagged and choked, his eyes watering from the stench.

Unfazed by her slave's discomfort, Genevieve continued to release her foul-smelling gas with abandon. She giggled softly as her slave's face turned an alarming shade of purple, his nostrils flaring in an effort to keep up with the onslaught of her putrid gasses. "Is my little toilet slave enjoying his duties?" she purred, her voice a husky purr that sent shivers down his spine.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Genevieve reached down and plucked one of her servant's eyelashes, holding it up to the light to admire its golden glow. "I think it's time for a closer look at what you're dealing with," she murmured, her lips curling into a wicked smile. And with that, she leaned forward, her stomach resting comfortably on her slave's face once more.

The poor slave could barely breathe as Genevieve's warm, moist breath washed over him, mingling with the unholy stench of her gas. His eyes watered uncontrollably, but he dared not move, knowing full well the consequences of disobeying his princess. He wanted to beg her to stop, to show mercy, but the words lodged themselves in his throat, stuck fast by the overwhelming wave of noxious fumes.

As Genevieve continued to bask in the power she held over her helpless toilet slave, she let out a sigh of relief. Her stomach was finally empty, and she could once again sit up straight, her regal poise restored. With a sneer, she looked down at her slave, who was now nothing more than a writhing mass of discomfort and humiliation. "Well, my little toilet slave," she purred, running her fingers through her long, luxurious hair. "Did you enjoy your time with me?"

The slave could only nod weakly, his eyes pleading for mercy. As far as he was concerned, there was no way he could ever truly 'enjoy' such a degrading and humiliating experience. But he knew better than to voice his true feelings. After all, this was his princess, and he was nothing more than her plaything, her personal toilet slave.

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