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Farting POV, by Lua Vulgo, (cam by Manu), FULL HD

The moment your eyes met across the crowded room, you could feel an electric current passing between you. She was the one, the woman who would fulfill all your darkest desires. And she knew it. Her gaze lingered on you, a mixture of invitation and challenge. You felt your heart race as you approached her table, the anticipation building inside you like a pressure cooker.



"Man, that food looks amazing," you said, trying to sound casual as you leant in closer. You couldn't help but notice the way her lips curved up in a knowing smile. You had given her a specific list of ingredients to add to the dish, knowing full well what it would do to her stomach. And now, as you saw the satisfied glint in her eyes, you knew she had enjoyed every bite.



"Oh, it was delicious," she purred, her voice low and husky. "But I ate so much... I'm just so full of gas." She looked down at her distended stomach, then back up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know what that means, don't you?"



You nodded slowly, your heart pounding in your chest. This was it. She stuck out her hand, beckoning you closer. You hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, your nose just inches from her fleshy, full stomach. You could feel the heat radiating off of her, along with the unmistakable scent of putrid gas.



And then she let loose. The first fart was like a thunderclap, shaking your entire body. Your eyes watered as the noxious cloud enveloped you, but you couldn't look away. She farted again, long and loud, her eyes locked onto yours the whole time. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the need to release it growing stronger by the second.



You watched, transfixed, as she farted in every position imaginable: standing, sitting, lying down. Each fart was louder than the last, shaking the room with its force. And still, you couldn't look away. You were caught in her spell, unable to resist the allure of her powerful gas.



Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she released one last gargantuan fart. The room shook with the force of it, and you felt yourself being pushed back by the sheer power of her gas. She collapsed back onto the chair, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly.



"Well," she said, her voice sounding strained, "are you going to tolerate my putrid smell until the end?"



You couldn't speak. All you could do was nod, your heart still racing in your chest. She smiled, a slow, sultry smile that seemed to sear itself onto your retinas. "I thought so," she whispered, reaching out to take your hand.



And so, you embarked on this journey together: a dance of power and submission, of pleasure and pain. All fueled by the intoxicating scent of her farts.

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