Rosalia: Your Hotel Shower Has No Towels, So I Will Use Your Face To Wipe My Big Stinky Farting Ass (Part 3)
Rosalia, the curvaceous giantess model, turned over on her side, her plump ass now inches away from the terrified maintenance man's face. With a mischievous smirk, she leaned forward, trapping him between her massive thighs. Her pungent farts, the result of a spicy meal and a lack of toilet paper, still hung in the air like a thick fog.
Without warning, Rosalia released the last of her farts, letting out a long, low rumble that vibrated through his body. The putrid stench of rotten eggs and sulfur hit him like a ton of bricks, making his eyes water and his stomach churn. But this wasn't over yet. As he struggled to breathe in the noxious air, Rosalia leaned down and whispered cruelly into his ear.
"This is what you get for not doing your job properly," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "Now get out of here and don't come back until you've got my towels."
With that, she kicked him off the bed and onto the cold, hard floor, sending him tumbling across the room. The man scrambled to his feet, gasping for fresh air as he stumbled out of the hotel room, flinching at the smell that clung to him like a second skin.
Outside in the hallway, he could still feel Rosalia's ass cheeks pressed against his face, feel her warm breath on his neck. The shame and humiliation were overwhelming, but he knew better than to disobey her orders. With one last look back at the closed door, he began his desperate search for towels to cleanse himself of the lingering stench of Rosalia's farts.