Lunastazja And Keiy Hart - POV: Jerking off your cock while sniffing my farts

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Lunastazja And Keiy Hart - POV: Jerking off your cock while sniffing my farts

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A Whiff of Lunastazja's Farts

You stand before me, your heart racing with anticipation. Lunastazja, the goddess of giantess fetishism, towers over you. Her legs stretch on forever, encased in sheer black stockings that accentuate every curve. Her gaze is intense as she leans down, her cleavage close enough to touch.

"Are you ready for your treat, gooner?" she asks with a sultry smile.

You nod eagerly, your eyes fixed on her exposed belly button. You've always fantasized about being this close to her, and now the moment has arrived.

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Counting Down to Bliss

Lunastazja's fingers dance across the surface of your skin, tracing delicate patterns as she counts down from ten. Your breath hitches in your throat at the tickle of her touch.

"Three... two... one..."

With that, she heaves her magnificent behind into the air, releasing a powerful stream of hot air into your face. You inhale deeply, her fart filling your nostrils and sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

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Her scent is intoxicating, a heady blend of sweetness and rottenness that drives you wild. You can't help but imagine what it would be like to bury your face in her enormous ass, breathing in her farts until you pass out from pleasure overload.

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As you stand there, transfixed by the scent and sensation, Lunastazja watches you with a smirk. She knows exactly how much control she has over you, and she intends to keep you on the edge of ecstasy for as long as possible.

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Finally, she gives you the nod. You reach down, already hard with anticipation, and begin stroking yourself. The feel of your own flesh against your palm is amplified by the power dynamic between you and Lunastazja, making every stroke that much more intense.

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As you approach climax, Lunastazja's farts grow louder and longer. You can feel the vibrations in your chest, adding to the sensory overload that pushes you closer to the brink. And then, just as you're about to erupt, she cuts you off with a devilish grin.

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"Do you want more, little one?" she asks, her voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. You nod frantically, unable to believe she'd tease you like this. "Then maybe next time I'll let you have it all." And with that, she turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, helplessly aroused and achingly unsatisfied.

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