FARTING IN BAZILIAN FOOTBALL SHORTS TO SLAVE SMELL (POV) PART 2 BY DANIEL SANTIAGO CAM POR ALINE FULL HD
As the door to the opulent mansion swung open, Daniel Santiago strolled in, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He'd just finished a grueling match of Brazilian football, and the scent of sweat and victory lingered around him like a cloud. His tight black shirt clung to his muscular frame, revealing every ripple of his abs as he strutted towards the master suite.
Inside, his slave awaited him, kneeling by the bed with a nervous look on his face. The anticipation was palpable—he knew that whatever his master had in store for him tonight would be intense. And as Daniel's stomach began to rumble ominously, the slave sensed that things were about to take a turn for the worse.
"You know what time it is," Daniel growled, his voice echoing off the walls. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his sweat-covered torso and the bulge in his shorts. The slave's eyes widened in fear—he recognized that look in his master's eyes. It meant only one thing: punishment time.
And so it began. Daniel slid his shorts down to his ankles, revealing a pair of shiny black briefs that did little to contain his massive cock and huge, round ass. He took a deep breath and let out a long, low fart that shook the room. The slave's nose twitched involuntarily as the noxious cloud enveloped him, choking him with its putrid stench.
"You like that?" Daniel taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "You want more?" He reached down and pulled his briefs to the side, exposing his hairy, gaping asshole to the slave's view. Another deep breath, and another earth-shattering fart exploded from his ass, sending waves of nauseating gas towards the slave.
As the slave struggled not to gag on the foul odor, Daniel moved closer, his cock now fully erect and leaking pre-cum. "You enjoy this, don't you?" he purred, leaning down to whisper in the slave's ear. "You love smelling my farts, don't you?" He grabbed the slave's head roughly and forced him to lean in closer, his mouth just inches from the slave's nostrils.
And then, another volley of farts assaulted the slave's senses, each one more powerful than the last. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to breathe through the noxious cloud, but Daniel showed no mercy. With every fart, he leaned closer, pushing the slave's face deeper into the stench, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daniel pulled away, leaving the slave gasping for air. "That's enough for now," he said, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "But remember," he added with a wicked grin, "next time you misbehave, I'll make sure you get a nice big whiff of my rancid farts." And with that, he turned and left the room, leaving the slave to writhe in agony on the floor.