The Queen's Command
Manuela Albertine Fetish Presents: Farting POV Part 2, by Morgana
As you step into the lavish dining room, your eyes are drawn to the magnificent Morgana. She sits atop her throne-like chair, regally dressed in silk robes that accentuate her voluptuous curves. Her face is turned towards you, a sultry grin playing on her lips as she takes a sip from her goblet filled with a fizzy drink. You exchange knowing glances, for she knows why you're here. Morgana had been enjoying the sumptuous feast prepared just for her, savoring every bite and sip. But now, she was feeling quite full of herself – literally. Her belly was distended, stretched taut by the weight of all the gas trapped inside her. It was time to indulge your fantasies once again.
Morgana leans forward, her breasts almost spilling out of her dress as she speaks in that sultry voice that sends shivers down your spine. "Come closer, my love," she purrs. "I've been waiting for this moment. You see, I ate and drank everything you asked me to. I knew it would make me... bloated." She giggles softly, her stomach rumbling in response. "But I didn't realize just how much."
You approach carefully, drawn in by her intoxicating scent. Morgana smells of rich food and fine wine, but there's something else in the air. Something more... pungent. As you get closer, you realize that it's the unmistakable aroma of gas. She beckons you even closer, until your nose is practically pressed against her stomach. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be engulfed in her farts. The thought makes you shiver with anticipation.
Morgana looks down at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Go ahead," she says, her voice low and seductive. "Take a deep breath. You know you want to." And with that, she releases a thunderous fart right into your face. The force of it knocks you back a step, but you quickly recover and lean in closer once again. This time, she gives you a sly wink before letting loose another monstrous fart. The room shakes with the power of her expulsion, and you can't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of it all. Morgana continues to fart in your face, each one louder and more powerful than the last. You're lost in a haze of gas and lust, unable to tear your eyes away from this voluptuous goddess who seems to be holding all the power now. As the camera pans out, you can see the entire room covered in a thick layer of Morgana's farts, and you realize that this is exactly where you belong. Will you be able to handle her putrid smell until the very end? Only time will tell.