Princess Ellie Idol - JEAN TOOTS AREN'T A PUNISHMENT IF YOU HAVE A FART FETISH 1080P - ELLIE IDOL

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Princess Ellie Idol - JEAN TOOTS AREN'T A PUNISHMENT IF YOU HAVE A FART FETISH 1080P - ELLIE IDOL

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The Princess's Jeans Smell of Discomfort

Ellie's eyes narrowed in disgust as she watched the man's lewd behavior. His eyes were glued to her every move, and it made her skin crawl. With a frown, she stomped over to him, jaw clenched tightly. "You're such a pig," she spat out, slapping him across the face. The sound echoed through the room, making everyone flinch.

As punishment for his perverted fantasies about her derrière, Ellie decides to use her jean shorts as a weapon against him. Gripping them tightly in her fists, she wiggles her hips enticingly in front of him. "Do you want more of this?" she taunts, releasing a soft fart into the fabric. The smell quickly fills the air, making everyone cringe except for the man who gasps in excitement.

Ellie's eyes widen in surprise as she realizes the man isn't disgusted by the stench but instead finds it arousing. It's a new revelation for her, and she decides to take full advantage of it. With each step she takes, she releases another fart into her jean shorts, making sure they are well and truly filled with her stinky gas.

"You like this, don't you?" she asks, arching an eyebrow in challenge. The man nods eagerly, his face flushed with excitement. "You're going to have to beg for more," she warns, enjoying the power she holds over him. And beg he does. He begs her to create a hot box for him, so he can inhale her colon cologne all day long. He begs her to let him be her fart slave, completely addicted to her beautiful butt and loud stinky toots.

Ellie watches him with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as he prostrates himself before her, promising to do anything she wants if only she'll let him get another whiff of her farts. She smirks, enjoying the control she has over him. "Alright then," she says, nodding once. "But remember, you owe me."

As she unzips her jeans and lowers them to her ankles, revealing a pair of lacy black panties, the man's eyes nearly pop out of his head. He can't believe his luck. Ellie steps out of her jeans, keeping them close so she can use them as a reward or punishment at will. She walks over to the man, who is practically trembling with anticipation, and holds them out to him.

"Smell them," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. The man inhales deeply, taking in the powerful scent of her farts that clings to the fabric. His eyes roll back in his head as he loses himself in the sensation. He groans, his hands shaking as he reaches down to stroke himself off through her cum countdown.

Ellie watches him, a small smile playing on her lips. Despite his lewd behavior, there's something oddly captivating about his devotion to her stinky butt. As she watches him reach his climax, she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, who knew that jean shorts could be such an effective punishment tool?

And so, their twisted relationship continues, fueled by Ellie's stinky farts and the man's insatiable desire for them. It's a strange dance, but one that seems to work for both of them. Ellie gets to exert her power over the man, while he gets to indulge his most secret fantasies. Who knew that a simple pair of jean shorts could cause so much chaos?

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