FARTING IN BAZILIAN FOOTBALL SHORTS TO SLAVE SMELL (POV) PART 3 BY DANIEL SANTIAGO CAM POR ALINE FULL HD
You step into the room, your heart racing with anticipation. The air is thick with tension as you approach your mistress, Aline, who stands before you with a smug smile on her lips. She's been waiting for this moment since you left for your game of Basilan football earlier today. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, and you know she's not talking about the broiling sun outside.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you prepare to face the consequences of your actions. Your stomach churns uncomfortably, reminding you of the massive barbecue feast you devoured after the game. The sour smell of regret wafts off your skin, mingling with the sweet scent of her perfume.
"Well, well, well," she says, her voice like velvet over steel. "Looks like someone couldn't resist overindulging on those delicious Brazilian treats." Her eyes narrow as she takes in your discomfort. "And now it seems you've paid the price."
She circles around you slowly, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. You swear you can feel the weight of her gaze on every inch of your body. You hold your breath, waiting for her next command.
Without warning, she stops right in front of you, so close that you can feel her warm breath on your neck. Your heart races as she reaches down and roughly grips one of your hairs, yanking your head back painfully. "It seems you've forgotten your place, slave," she growls. "You're here to serve me, and that means taking care of my needs."
Her words send shivers down your spine, but they're nothing compared to what's about to happen next. With a wicked grin, she steps back, releasing you from her grasp. "Go ahead," she taunts. "Let it out. I know you've been holding back."
And so you do. The moment you're released, a torrent of farts explodes from your body, filling the room with their noxious stench. You can feel them rippling through your gut, each one more powerful than the last. Your face turns beet red with embarrassment as you continue to fart uncontrollably, unable to stop the onslaught of gas.
As you struggle to catch your breath, you hear Aline's laughter echoing around the room. It's a dark, sinister sound that sends chills down your spine. "Oh, Daniel," she says, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "You really are a slave through and through."
Despite your humiliation, there's something exhilarating about this power dynamic between you and your mistress. You can't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure as you continue to fart for her amusement, knowing that you're completely at her mercy. And in this moment, that's all that matters.