Satina Fetish - Farting Brazilian, part 2, by Slutdoll and Satina, (cam by Manu)

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Satina Fetish - Farting Brazilian, part 2, by Slutdoll and Satina, (cam by Manu)

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Farting Brazilian, part 2, by Slutdoll and Satina, (cam by Manu)

In a dimly lit consultation room, the aroma of something foul and putrid hangs in the air. Satina Fetish struggles to catch her breath as she enters, looking around nervously. She's here for an alternative treatment, offered by the notorious Slutdoll, known for her unconventional methods.



Slutdoll, clad in her signature white coat, smirks at Satina's discomfort. "I think you'll find this treatment quite refreshing," she says, her voice laced with an eerie calm. Satina feels a knot forming in her stomach, anticipation mixing with unease.



As Satina lies down on the examination table, Slutdoll pulls out a chair and sits down beside her. She leans in close, her breath warm against Satina's ear. "Relax, my dear. This won't hurt a bit." With that, she slips off her heels and begins to strike up a conversation.



Her voice low and seductive, Slutdoll slowly inches closer to Satina. The giantess can feel the heat emanating from her body, making her own skin tingle. As they chat, Satina becomes increasingly aware of the doctor's presence, her body looming over her like a towering figure.



Suddenly, Slutdoll lets out a long, low fart that fills the room with its noxious stench. Satina recoils in shock, eyes wide as saucers. But Slutdoll just smiles, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied grin. "That's much better," she says, her voice echoing through the room.



Over the course of the next few minutes, Slutdoll continues to release a stream of farts, each one more potent than the last. Satina squirms underneath her, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming odor. But with every fart that hits her nostrils, she feels herself growing more aroused.



Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Slutdoll stands up and declares the treatment complete. She turns to leave, her heels clicking against the floor. As the door closes behind her, Satina lies there, panting heavily. She can still smell the putrid stench hanging in the air, but she can't deny the intense rush of pleasure coursing through her body.



And so, Satina Fetish leaves the consultation room, unsure of what she's experienced but hungry for more. The aroma of Slutdoll's treatment lingers in the air, a testament to the power of this twisted form of therapy.

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