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Metrofetishmodels - Anita Perversa: Your Dinner Made Me Sick, So I Am Going Use Your Mouth As My Personal Toilet (Part 2)

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The Glutton's Punishment: Part II

Anita stood over her boyfriend, her anger palpable as she glared down at him. He cowered beneath her, eyes watering from the putrid stench that emanated from her body. She'd spent the past few minutes in the bathroom, expelling the spoiled food that had made her sick earlier. Now, she was ready to exact her revenge.

"I trusted you to take care of me," she hissed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Instead, you left out rotten food that made me sick. You disgust me."

With a huff, Anita lifted her skirt, revealing her massive, towering figure to him. She towered over him, a titan of fury and disgust. She leaned down, placing her hand on his head, and slowly lowered herself onto his face.

"This is what you deserve," she growled, her words echoing in the room. "You'll apologize to me when I'm good and ready. Until then, you'll be my personal toilet."

Anita Perversa's weight bore down on him, crushing him beneath her immense form. She let out a long, low fart, filling his mouth with the noxious gas. He gagged, trying to pull away, but she held him in place with a firm grip on his hair.

"Swallow it," she commanded, her voice cold and unyielding. "Every last bit of it."

He struggled to obey, his body trembling with revulsion. As he gagged and choked on the foul air, Anita continued to release her putrid farts into his mouth, each one more potent than the last. He begged for mercy, promising that he'd never disobey her again.

But Anita was in control now, and she was relishing every moment of it. She sat on his face, her ass cheeks jiggling with each passing moment. She watched as he squirmed beneath her, his eyes pleading for release.

"Apologize," she demanded, her voice dripping with cruel pleasure. "Tell me you're sorry for making me eat that disgusting food."

Her boyfriend whimpered, tears streaming down his face. But he knew better than to disobey her. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry."

With a triumphant grin, Anita rose from her position, leaving him gasping for air. She strutted around the room, reveling in her newfound power over him. And as she did, she knew that this was just the beginning of their twisted dance.

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