Face Sitting And Smother - I LOVE FARTING ON YOUR NOSE AND MOUTH ANNY HOUSE AND MALE SLAVE FULL EDITION
The Queen of Farts and Her Devoted Slave
The Perfect Storm of Power and Pleasure
Anny House, the undisputed queen of farts, sat on her throne, eyes locked onto her latest conquest, a male slave. Her buttocks were puckered, ready to unleash the most potent of gases. She could feel the pressure building within her, demanding to be released.
The slave, kneeling before her, sensed the impending storm. His eyes widened in anticipation, knowing that he was about to experience the full force of Anny's farts. He had been trained to endure this unique form of pleasure, his body accustomed to the intense sensations that followed each release.
The Dance of Dominance and Submission
Anny leaned forward, her weight shifting ever so slightly. The slave's breath hitched as he prepared for what was to come. With a malicious grin, she whispered, "Tell me, slave, do you enjoy the scent of my farts?"
His reply was immediate and punctuated by a whimper, "Yes, mistress, your farts are intoxicating."
She nodded in satisfaction, knowing that he was fully under her spell. With that, she commanded, "Get into position."
The slave scrambled to obey, moving to lie face down on the ground. Anny gracefully descended upon him, straddling his body so that his face was mere inches from her perfect behind.
The Ultimate Act of Submission
As Anny began to flex her glutes, the slave could feel the warmth emanating from her body. His nostrils flared, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of her impending fart. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact.
With a loud sigh, Anny released her first fart onto the slave's face. It was like a hot, wet kiss, enveloping him in a cloud of putrid gas. He moaned, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure.
Anny chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "That's just the beginning, my little slave."
And with that, she began to rain down farts upon him, each one stronger than the last. The slave's body shook with pleasure and pain, his mind lost in the haze of Anny's farts.
The End Result: A Slave Fully Submitted
After what felt like an eternity, Anny finally finished her assault on the slave's senses. She stood up, admiring her handiwork. The slave lay there, face covered in sweat and farts, a contented grin on his face.
"Well, slave," she purred, "do you still think you can handle me?"
His response was immediate and unequivocal. He lifted his head, eyes shining with devotion, and whispered, "Yes, mistress, I am forever your slave."
And with that, Anny House, the queen of farts, had claimed yet another victim, leaving him breathless and completely at her mercy.
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