Latinamanyfetish - This boy needs so many of my farts on his face and crushing he needs the dose every day disgusting farts on his face crushed

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Latinamanyfetish - This boy needs so many of my farts on his face and crushing he needs the dose every day disgusting farts on his face crushed

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Crushed Under My Fetid Fumes

The Scent of Submission

My slave lies helpless beneath me, his once handsome features now distorted by the weight of my gigantic form. He gasps for air as I pin him down, my thunderous thighs crushing the very breath from his lungs. His eyes dart left and right, desperately trying to escape the cloying cloud of farts that surrounds us both.

It's clear he's terrified, yet there's an undeniable mix of arousal and humiliation on his face. It's a potent aphrodisiac for me, this knowledge that I hold the power to both destroy and excite him in equal measure.

My Farts, His Face

My rump rises into the air, inviting him to take a deep whiff of my putrid musk. His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, his eyes rolling back in his head in ecstasy. It's a sight to behold, this man willingly subjecting himself to my fetid fumes.

I lower myself back down, trapping him beneath me once more. My farts gather momentum, building up inside me with each passing moment. It's almost too much to bear, this constant need to expel the noxious gas that fills my belly. But I know he's here for it, to feel the full brunt of my assaul

The Ultimate Dose

With a primal moan, I unleash a torrent of farts onto his face. They're hot, humid, and heavy with the scent of my power. His eyes water as he struggles not to inhale the noxious cloud, but it's clear he can't resist. He's addicted to my farts, just as much as he is to the crushing weight of my body.

I watch as he writhes beneath me, his lips moving in silent prayer or plea for more. It's intoxicating, this control I hold over him. I could keep him here forever, my giantess form crushing him under the weight of both my physical presence and the sheer force of my farts.

A Daily Dose of Disgust

I pull away from him, rising to my full height. My thighs shake as the last remnants of my farts dissipate into the air. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and terror. "Tomorrow," I whisper, "you'll need another dose." And with that, I turn and leave him there, crushed and defeated beneath the weight of my disgust.

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