Facesitting Fantasies Mf - PLAYING VIDEO GAME, FARTING AND IGNORING MY SLAVE - BY BELLA CRUEL - CLIP 2

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Facesitting Fantasies Mf - PLAYING VIDEO GAME, FARTING AND IGNORING MY SLAVE - BY BELLA CRUEL - CLIP 2

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PLAYING VIDEO GAME, FARTING AND IGNORING MY SLAVE - BY BELLA CRUEL - CLIP 2

As Bella Cruel, the alluring Mistress of Facesitting Fantasies Mf, settled into her plush gaming chair, she couldn't help but feel the anticipation building within her. Her eyes scanned the array of snacks and beverages laid out before her, each one a tantalizing morsel of power. She reached for a cheeseburger, taking a bite as she examined her latest victim, or rather, her latest plaything.



Her slave, bound and gagged at her feet, trembled in fear as he caught sight of his Mistress devouring the food. His brows furrowed in confusion, wondering why she would treat him so cruelly. Little did he know that this was just the beginning of his torment.



With a smirk, Bella turned back to her gaming console, her fingers deftly navigating the buttons. The hum of the machine filled the air, punctuated by the occasional grunt of satisfaction as she crushed yet another enemy. A waft of foul air hit the slave's nostrils, causing him to wince. He knew what was coming next, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.



As Bella's gaming session continued, the farts grew more frequent and more powerful. Each one would send a wave of nausea through the slave, leaving him gasping for air. But still, he remained silent, his eyes pleading with her to stop. However, Bella was in no mood for mercy. In fact, she reveled in his discomfort.



Hours passed, and Bella's victory screen finally appeared. With a satisfied smile, she leaned back in her chair, taking a moment to savor her triumph. She glanced down at her slave, noticing the sheen of sweat on his forehead. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes as she picked up a stinky sock and held it under his nose.



"What do you think, slave?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you think you've earned a break from my farts?"



The slave shook his head vigorously, tears streaming down his face. Bella laughed, amused by his pathetic attempts to appease her. With a shrug, she leaned forward, her massive breasts practically spilling out of her top. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the putrid stench of rotten eggs and farts.



And then, she released it all in one powerful whoosh. The slave gagged, choking on the putrid air as Bella leaned back in her chair, watching him squirm with glee. This was the power she lived for, the power she craved. And her slave was the unwilling recipient of her cruel whims.

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