Meaty farting donkey ass in slacks smothers slave’s Nose and mouth part 2 (hard floor fart smother)
As the door to the dark, shadowy room creaked open, a powerful aroma of sweat and ass wafted out. The dim light revealed Bumboo, a towering figure of dominance, her meaty ass cheeks glistening in the low light. She turned to face the entrance, revealing her face hidden beneath the billowing fabric of her skirt.
In walked Mali, the slave girl, hands trembling as she took in her mistress's enormous form. Bumboo's thighs were like tree trunks, her ass an inviting mound of flesh that seemed to pulsate with each lumbering step she took.
"Kneel," Bumboo commanded, her voice a deep rumble that echoed off the walls. Mali dropped to her knees, head bowed in submission as she stared at the gaping maw of Bumboo's asshole.
"Today," Bumboo began, her words dripping with menace, "I will test your devotion to my ass. You will worship it, you will clean it, and you will smother yourself on its stench." She reached down and grabbed a fistful of Mali's hair, yanking her head up to meet her eyes.
"Understand?" she growled, her breath hot on Mali's cheek. The slave girl nodded mutely, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. Bumboo released her hair and stepped back, her slacks dropping to the floor in a heavy puddle.
Mali's gaze was transfixed on the massive donkey ass before her, quivering with anticipation and fear. "Begin," Bumboo commanded, and with that, Mali dove headfirst into the gaping chasm of her mistress's ass.
Her tongue lapped at the sweaty folds of flesh, tracing the outline of Bumboo's asshole. She breathed in deep, trying to ignore the initial wave of nausea as she was enveloped in the stifling warmth of her mistress's ass.
Bumboo moaned in pleasure, her hips undulating as she felt the warmth of Mali's breath on her asshole. She sank her fingers into Mali's hair, pulling her head deeper into her ass.
"That's it, slave," Bumboo hissed, "drink in the scent of my fat ass." Mali could feel Bumboo's farts building inside of her, the stench becoming almost unbearable. But she couldn't move, couldn't escape the intoxicating pull of her mistress's ass.
With a forceful exhalation, Bumboo released a torrent of farts directly into Mali's face. The slave girl gagged and coughed, trying to escape the noxious cloud of gas. But Bumboo was relentless, pulling her deeper into the abyss of her ass.
Hours passed as Mali remained locked in a world of ass-worship and farts, each moment more intense than the last. When Bumboo finally released her, Mali stumbled back, dazed and exhausted. But there was no escaping the allure of her mistress's donkey ass, and she knew deep down that she would return, eager to taste its stench once more.
