Theoliviasin - Pre Party Farts

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Theoliviasin - Pre Party Farts

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Pre Party Farts

As the clock strikes midnight, the anticipation of Olivia's New Year's Eve party escalates. Her slave girl anxiously awaits her Mistress's arrival, knowing full well that she will be put to work before the night even begins. The room fills with a sharp, acrid smell that causes the girl's eyes to water and her stomach to churn. It's the unmistakable scent of farts, emanating from Olivia's voluptuous behind as she struggles into a leather dress.



The girl's heart races as she watches her Goddess's powerful thighs and round ass squeeze into the tight material, stretching it to its limits. Olivia's confidence is palpable; she struts over to the mirror, admiring her reflection in the full-length glass. The leather dress hugs her curves, emphasizing her hourglass figure and accentuating her ample cleavage.



Without warning, Olivia turns around and bends over in front of the mirror, presenting her ass to the slave girl. The girl's mouth goes dry as she sees the glistening drops of sweat on Olivia's skin and the puff of air that precedes each fart. Her eyes widen in awe as she watches her Mistress's perfect behind spread apart with every passing wind.



Olivia chuckles evilly, her voice echoing in the room. "Sniff, slave girl," she commands. "Do you want to make your Goddess happy on this special night?"



The girl hesitates for a moment before lowering her face towards Olivia's exposed ass crack. The foul stench of rotten eggs and sulfur hits her nostrils like a sledgehammer, making her gag reflex kick in. But she forces herself to take in deep breaths, knowing that this is the only way to please her Mistress.



As Olivia continues to fill the room with her noxious fumes, the girl can't help but marvel at her Goddess's power. The sound of leather rubbing against skin is almost as intoxicating as the smell of Olivia's farts. Every time the girl thinks she's reached her limit, Olivia lets out another monstrous blast that sends her reeling.



Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Olivia stands up straight and admires herself one last time in the mirror. "You may clean yourself now, slave girl," she says, her voice a cold command.



The girl scrambles to her feet, her eyes watering and her stomach churning from the overwhelming stench of farts. She rushes to wipe her face with a damp cloth, trying to remove the last traces of Olivia's putrid gas.



As the night goes on, the girl serves Olivia diligently, never once complaining or showing any signs of fatigue. After all, it's her duty to make her Goddess look and smell her best on this special night. And she will continue to do so, no matter how many farts or how much discomfort she endures.

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