Manuela Albertine Fetish - Farting POV Christmas hangover, part 1, by Lua Vulgo, (cam by Manu)

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Manuela Albertine Fetish - Farting POV Christmas hangover, part 1, by Lua Vulgo, (cam by Manu)

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A Loud and Pungent Christmas Surprise

The Aftermath of an Epic Feast

As you trudge through the door after a long night of revelry, your heart sinks when you see her sprawled across the couch. She's the last person you expected to see, let alone in this state. Her dress is hiked up to her waist, revealing plump thighs and a bulging stomach that speaks volumes about the gluttonous feast she's just finished. Her face is flushed and her eyes are half-closed, barely registering your presence.

The room is thick with the stench of spoiled food and cheap booze. It clings to your clothes like a second skin, making your eyes water and your stomach churn. You can't help but wonder what kind of delicacies she managed to stuff herself with that's causing this putrid smell.

The Pact You Both Made

As you approach her, you can't help but remember the pact you made. She promised to fart in your face until you couldn't stand it anymore, and from the looks of things, she's about to make good on that promise. You reach into your pocket, fishing out the wad of cash you gave her earlier. It's a small price to pay for the privilege of being this close to such a powerful giantess.

Slowly, she opens her eyes and fixes them on you. There's a glint of mischief in them that sends a shiver down your spine. "You came back for more?" she asks, her voice slurred with alcohol. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. She smirks and leans forward, giving you a whiff of her rancid breath. "Get ready," she warns, "it's going to be a long night."

The Assault on Your Senses

She starts by pushing her chair back, giving you a clear view of her ample behind. It's covered in a sheer thong that does little to hide her massive, wobbling butt cheeks. With a loud, wet fart, she expels a cloud of putrid gas directly into your face. You cough and sputter, trying to escape the noxious fumes, but she grabs your head and holds you in place.

She continues like this for what feels like hours, alternating between farting directly in your face and holding her butt cheeks apart for you to smell. Each fart is louder and more pungent than the last, making you wonder how she can possibly contain so much gas. Your eyes water, your nose burns, and your stomach churns, but still, you can't look away. This is the ultimate power trip, and you're willing to endure anything to experience it.

The Question of Endurance

As the night wears on, you start to question your own endurance. Your head is spinning, your eyes are watering, and you feel like you're about to throw up. But somehow, you manage to hold on. You can't deny the thrill you get from being this close to such an enormous, powerful giantess.

Finally, she sits up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Well," she says, "that was fun. But I think I've had my fill for one night. How about you?" You nod, your whole body trembling with exhaustion and exhilaration. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a wad of cash, counting out the bills. "You did good, kid," she says, slapping them into your hand. "I'll be in touch." And with that, she stumbles off to bed, leaving you reeling in her wake.

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