Goddess Scarlet White - SBBW FART CONTROL PART 1 BY BRITNEY HUNTER AND MEL CAM BY ALINE FULL HD

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Britney's Bountiful Belfie

The Queen's Scent of Revenge

Mel's eyes widened as she watched Queen Britney White saunter towards her, her ample frame swaying with every step. The goddess's presence was palpable, and it wasn't just because of her towering height. No, it was the aura of power that seemed to radiate from every inch of her voluptuous body. Mel's heart raced in fear and anticipation, knowing that she had displeased her queen greatly.

With a look of disdain, Britney addressed Mel, "You've been a very naughty slave, haven't you?" She sighed heavily, her breasts heaving beneath her tight clothing. "I think it's time for some serious punishment." Mel trembled at the thought of what was to come, her gaze fixed on the queen's plump derrière.

Britney turned around, giving Mel a full view of her enormous, round behind. The queen's buttocks seemed to defy gravity, jiggling with each step she took. "I want you to smell my farts, Mel," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. "And feel the weight of my ass on your face."

Mel couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never imagined that such a punishment could be so depraved and humiliating. But as she looked up at her queen, she saw the fire in her eyes, and knew that resistance was futile. With a trembling voice, she replied, "Yes, my queen."

Britney positioned herself over Mel, her thunderous thighs engulfing the slave's head. She let out a long, low fart that reverberated through the room. It was loud and pungent, causing Mel's nostrils to burn with the intensity of the queen's stench. And yet, there was something more to it – a strange sense of submission and arousal that Mel couldn't quite explain.

As Britney released fart after fart onto Mel's face, the smell became increasingly overwhelming. It was a nauseating blend of rotten eggs and putrid waste, yet Mel found herself unable to turn away. The queen's ass was like a living, breathing thing in front of her, and she felt powerless to resist its allure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Britney stopped farting. She stood up straight, her massive breasts heaving from the exertion. "Now," she said, gazing down at Mel with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement, "you can clean me up."

With trembling hands, Mel reached up to clean the queen's ass, feeling the soft folds of flesh beneath her fingertips. As she worked, she could feel the weight of the queen's gaze upon her, and the strange thrill it elicited. She knew that this was just the beginning of her punishment, but for now, she was content to bask in the queen's powerful presence.

In the end, Mel spent hours at the queen's feet, cleaning up after her, and reveling in the scent of her farts. It was a unique form of punishment, one that left her both humiliated and aroused. And as she looked up at the towering figure of Britney White, she knew that she would do anything to please her queen, no matter how depraved or degrading the task might be.

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