Call Me Alexyah - A night to relax by farting in my pajamas in his face

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Call Me Alexyah - A night to relax by farting in my pajamas in his face

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A Night of Intimate Humiliation

Relaxation Gone Wrong

As the night fell, Alexyah, dressed in her cozy pajamas, settled onto her plush bed, ready for a peaceful rest. However, she had other plans in mind. With a sinister grin on her lips, she decided to indulge in some good old-fashioned humiliation before finally dozing off.

Her eyes fell upon her pathetic slave, groveling at her feet. He knew what was coming next and couldn't help but tremble in anticipation. With a flick of her wrist, Alexyah commanded him to crawl closer. As he inched closer, his face flushed with excitement and fear.

Slowly but surely, Alexyah sat on his helpless form, her plump behind resting comfortably on his quivering nose. The stench of her farts engulfed him, filling his nostrils and making him gag. But he couldn't escape it—he was trapped beneath his mistress's cushy rump.

Alexyah closed her eyes, relishing in the power she held over him. She could feel his struggles beneath her, but she paid them no mind. Instead, she focused on the sensation of her bare skin brushing against his face. It sent shivers down her spine.

Slowly but surely, Alexyah began to undress, teasing her slave with every reveal. She removed her pajama shorts, exposing her smooth, hairless thighs. Then, she tossed her panties aside, leaving her delicate mound completely bare.

The slave couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his queen slowly strip before him. He could feel his arousal growing stronger with each passing moment. Alexyah noticed this change in him and smirked, deciding to take things one step further.

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Alexyah reached between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit against his lips. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer—he opened his mouth, eager to taste her sweet nectar.

She moaned softly as he began to lap at her juices, savoring every drop. This was too good to be true, she thought. She continued to grind her hips against his face, milking him for all he was worth.

Finally, satisfied and exhausted, Alexyah collapsed onto the bed, her limbs heavy with pleasure. She looked down at her trembling slave, a sense of accomplishment washing over her. For once, she had truly made him hers.

As she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her next humiliating escapade, the slave remained kneeling by her bed, his face beet red from exertion and arousal. He couldn't help but wonder when—or if—his mistress would bestow her "gifts" upon him again.

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