Pastel Goddess - Pastel Goddess - Stomach ache Farts while Getting Asshole Licked

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Pastel Goddess - Pastel Goddess - Stomach ache Farts while Getting Asshole Licked

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A Tale of Stomachaches and Tongue Worship

As the Pastel Goddess lay sprawled on her luxurious bed, clutching her stomach in agony, she knew just who to call upon for relief. Her loyal slave knelt at her feet, anxiously waiting for his Mistress' command. With a sigh of resignation, she opened her mouth and released a foul-smelling fart that struck him squarely in the face.

The Scent of a Slave

The foul stench of her gas filled the room, causing the slave to wince and struggle to breathe. However, he remained steadfast, his eyes fixed on his Mistress's plump behind. She groaned in response, her body trembling with discomfort. Gently, she called out to him, "Slave, come here."

Obediently, he approached her, his tongue hanging out in anticipation of what was to come. "I think it's time for you to do your job," she purred, her voice laced with an undertone of malice. With a swift motion, she pushed him onto the bed and positioned his head between her large cheeks, his face nestled deep within the warm, moist folds of her ass.

Worshiping the Pastel Goddess

The slave's tongue darted out, eager to please his Mistress. He began licking her asshole, coating it in his saliva as he worked to soothe the burning sensation within. The Pastel Goddess let out a long, low moan, her body beginning to relax under the slave's ministrations. As he continued to lick and probe, she released another burst of gas, this time aiming directly into his open mouth.

The slave gagged on the putrid taste, but forced himself to swallow as he heard his Mistress's command: "Drink it, slave. Let my farts become part of you." Slowly, he began to suck in the gas, feeling it fill his lungs and seep into his bloodstream. It was a disgusting sensation, but one that he was willing to endure for the pleasure of his Goddess.

Assuaging the Pain

For hours, the Pastel Goddess and her slave engaged in a sensual dance of pain and pleasure. She farted continuously into his mouth, filling him with her noxious gas until he felt like he could burst. In return, the slave licked and worshipped her ass, his tongue probing deep into her cavernous hole. The stench of their activities filled the room, driving away any lingering traces of fresh air.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Pastel Goddess reached her climax. With one last mighty fart, she emptied her bowels directly into the slave's mouth. Her body shuddered with relief, and she collapsed onto the bed, spent. The slave, his face covered in sweat and smeared with feces, crawled out from under her and knelt beside the bed, his tongue hanging out in anticipation of her next command.

"Well done, slave," she said, reaching down to pat him on the head. "You may clean yourself now." With a sigh of contentment, the Pastel Goddess stretched out on the bed, basking in the afterglow of her indulgence. And as for the slave, he knew his duty was to remain at his Mistress's side, always ready to serve and please her, no matter how foul the task might be.

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