Fetish Factory Brazil Farting - SETTING A TRAP FOR THE CRIMINAL AND PUNISHING HER WITH FARTS - BY MEGAN BIG BUTT - CLIP 2

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Fetish Factory Brazil Farting - SETTING A TRAP FOR THE CRIMINAL AND PUNISHING HER WITH FARTS - BY MEGAN BIG BUTT - CLIP 2

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The Fart Trap: A Megan Big Butt Production

Punishing the Fake Farter

As Megan, a stern police officer with eyes of steel, sat in her car, she could hear the sound of high heels clicking on the pavement. Her target was getting closer, and her stomach churned with excitement. This was the moment she had been waiting for—the chance to catch the notorious fake fart dealer red-handed.

Babe, a young and slender woman with a mischievous glint in her eye, sauntered towards Megan's car. In her hand, she clutched two bags of farts—freshly made just for Megan's trap. Little did she know that she was walking straight into Megan's lair.

Megan watched Babe approach from behind her tinted window. She took a deep breath, feeling her heart race as anticipation filled the air. When Babe reached the car, Megan sprung into action. With lightning-fast reflexes, she jumped out from her hiding place, slamming the door behind her.

Babe gasped in surprise, her eyes widening as she took in Megan's imposing figure. Megan towered over her, every inch a symbol of authority and power. Without saying a word, she grabbed Babe by the arm and dragged her towards the waiting room.

Inside the room, Jack was waiting nervously. He had ordered these farts for his own twisted pleasure, but now he found himself caught up in Megan's web of justice. As Babe was pushed into the room, she stumbled forward, her eyes darting between Jack and Megan.

"Confess," Megan demanded, her voice cold and commanding. Babe trembled, unsure of what to say. She knew she was caught, but she never expected this level of intensity. Slowly, she nodded her head in submission.

Megan smiled grimly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. This was only the beginning of Babe's punishment. She turned to Jack, motioning for him to join her by the desk. As they stood side by side, an eerie silence filled the room.

Suddenly, Megan reached into one of the bags and pulled out a fart. She held it up between her fingers, admiring its size and power. Then, without warning, she released it straight into Babe's waiting mouth.

Babe's eyes bulged as the putrid gas filled her mouth. Gagging and choking, she struggled to breathe as the fart took control of her senses. Megan watched with delight as Babe's face turned shades of green and purple.

"Tell me," Megan said softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of menace. "How does it feel to be punished by the one thing you've been selling?"

Babe tried to speak, but all that came out was a garbled mess. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head in disbelief. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to be the one in control—but now, she was just another victim of Megan's twisted game.

As the fart finally dissipated, Megan smiled coldly. "That's what you get," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "And trust me, this is just the beginning of your punishment."

With that, she turned to Jack and nodded. Together, they watched as Babe staggered out of the room, her once-confident stride now reduced to a shuffling gait. As the door slammed shut behind her, Megan let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Just another day at the office," she muttered under her breath. But even as she said those words, she couldn't help but feel a thrill coursing through her veins. For Megan, there was nothing quite like setting up a fart trap and watching it all go down.

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