Manuela Albertine Fetish - Farting POV Christmas hangover, part 2, by Lua Vulgo, (cam by Manu)

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Farting POV Christmas hangover, part 2, by Lua Vulgo, (cam by Manu)

The room was silent as you stepped closer, your nostrils flaring in anticipation. Manuela looked up at you, her eyes glinting with mischief as she let out a contented belch. She may have eaten and drunk to her heart's desire, but now she was paying the price—she was bursting with gas, and she knew just how much you loved it.



With a wicked grin, she reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, revealing a pair of lacy black panties beneath. The scent of her farts was already wafting towards you, a potent mix of rotten eggs and sulfur that made your stomach churn. But you couldn't look away as she let out another one, this time shaking her hips to emphasize the powerful rumble.



"Come on, baby," she purred, "you know you can't resist." And with that, she scooted closer until your noses were practically touching. The smell was overwhelming now, but you couldn't help but lean in further, your eyes locked on hers as she let out yet another monstrous fart.



The room shook with the force of it, and you felt the hot wind against your face. But still, you didn't move. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her—the way her cheeks were puffed out, the way her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.



"You're such a good boy," she murmured, reaching out to stroke your cheek with the hand not covered in gas. And just when you thought things couldn't get any more intense, she leaned forward and whispered in your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine.



"Do you want to see how much I can really fit in there?"



Before you could answer, she was already standing up, her jeans sliding down her hips to reveal her plump, round ass. And then she pushed, letting out a long, low moan as her fart engulfed you both. You could feel it against your face, your chest, your legs—a hot, suffocating wall of putrid gas that threatened to overwhelm you.



But you didn't move. You didn't want this to end. So you stayed there, breathing in her farts until your head was spinning, and your heart was racing with a mix of fear and arousal. And as the video faded to black, you couldn't help but wonder what she had in store for you next.

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