Facesitting Fantasies Mf - FEEL MY POWERFULL FARTS LITTLE BITCH - BY THAY FLORES - CLIP 05
Ascendance of the Farting Giantess
Chapter 5: Thay Flores' Reign of Fury
In the dimly lit dungeon, Mistress Thay Flores stood over her trembling slave, Angel Dias. The room was thick with anticipation as Thay's stomach rumbled ominously. She glared down at the pathetic creature before her, her eyes ablaze with anger and her cheeks already puffed out from the excess of gas building up within her.
Without a word, Thay lowered herself onto a luxurious golden throne, her enormous frame towering above Angel. The slave could only stare up at her mistress in abject terror as she felt the warm, fetid wind on his face. Thay's gaze bore into him, daring him to defy her.
Suddenly, a deafening blast of foul air erupted from Thay's massive rear end. The stench was overwhelming, causing Angel to gag reflexively as he struggled to breathe through the noxious cloud. Tears streamed down his face as the force of the wind knocked him off his feet and sent him tumbling across the cold stone floor.
"FEEL MY POWERFUL FARTS, LITTLE BITCH!" Thay roared, her voice echoing through the dungeon. She watched with sadistic delight as Angel writhed in agony, his entire being consumed by the stench and the humiliation. As he struggled to get up, Thay directed another stream of putrid gas at him, sending him flying across the room once again.
"APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR INSUFFERABLE STENCH!" Thay commanded, her eyes glinting with malice. Angel could barely force the words out between his sobs, but he knew better than to disobey.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Thay. It's all my fault," he managed to choke out. "I'll never do it again, I promise."
Thay paused, considering her next move. She could feel the pressure in her gut growing more intense by the second, and she knew that if she didn't release some of it soon, she might explode. With a cruel smile, she reached down and grabbed Angel by the collar, lifting him off the ground with ease.
"I think it's time for you to taste my farts, slave," she hissed, her breath hot against his face. "Open wide and enjoy every last bit of it."
With that, Thay Flores lowered her enormous ass towards Angel's trembling mouth. As the putrid wind hit him once again, he could feel the warmth and the power emanating from his mistress's massive behind. It was a taste he would never forget—a taste that would forever remind him who was in control.
And so, Angel Dias tasted the fury of Mistress Thay Flores, his entire being consumed by the stench and the humiliation. As he lay there, gasping for air in the aftermath of her assault, he could only hope that one day he might earn her approval—or at least, her mercy.
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