After each fart on the chair, get up and fan yourself... while telling me to smell it (Part 2) MP4 FULL HD 1080p
In the dimly lit dungeon, the mistress sat on the chair, her feet dangling from the armrests. Her eyes locked onto yours, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She knew exactly what you wanted from her.
With a sensual roll of her hips, she positioned herself on the chair, her body language saying she was ready for your command. You leaned forward, your heart racing as you caught a whiff of her scent. It was intoxicating, making you lightheaded with anticipation.
"Fan yourself," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper. You reached for a nearby fan, its soft lace edges fluttering against your flushed cheeks. As you fanned yourself, the mistress placed her hands behind her head, her long, elegant fingers intertwining in her hair.
"Now tell me what you want me to do," she said, arching an eyebrow. Your voice trembled as you spoke, your words barely audible over the sound of the fan.
"I want you to sit on the chair backwards," you managed to get out. "Put your feet on the armrest, fart on the chair, and then lift your leg as if you were going to blow it in my face."
The mistress's smile widened, her amber eyes gleaming with mischief. She nodded slowly, her movements deliberate and sensual. With a graceful movement, she turned around on the chair, her tight leather skirt hugging her curves.
As she positioned her feet on the armrest, you felt your breath catch in your throat. Her black leather boots were back on, their shiny surface reflecting the dim light. She leaned back, her body language inviting you to admire her.
"You look so beautiful when you beg," she said, her voice low and seductive. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. You could almost see the mistress losing herself in the power of her body, the power that she held over you.
Slowly, she lifted her buttocks off the chair, her fist clenched tightly around her skirt. You heard the familiar sound of gas escaping her body, filling the room with its pungent aroma. The mistress inhaled deeply, savoring the scent before letting it out in a long, slow exhale.
And then, with a mischievous grin, she lifted her leg, the skirt falling to the floor. The mistress's thick, muscular thigh was thrust toward your face, the stench of her fart enveloping you. You could feel yourself growing hard, your cock straining against your pants.
"Do you like it?" she purred, her breath tickling your cheek. You nodded frantically, unable to speak. The mistress chuckled, her deep laughter reverberating through the dungeon.
"You're such a dirty little thing," she said, running her tongue along her full bottom lip. She reached down, her hand disappearing between your legs. You cried out as she grasped your cock, her long, manicured nails digging into your skin.
"You want more?" she asked, her voice low and threatening. You nodded, your eyes locked on hers. She squeezed your cock, her grip tightening as she began to stroke you in slow, deliberate motions.
"Say it," she commanded. You swallowed hard, your throat dry. "Please, Mistress," you whispered. The mistress smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"That's better," she said, squeezing your cock once more before releasing it. You let out a soft moan, your body trembling with need. The mistress leaned forward, her breasts pressing against your chest.
"Tell me what you want me to do," she purred, her breath warm on your neck. You closed your eyes, the image of her sitting on the chair backwards, her legs spread wide, her muscular thighs trembling with anticipation.
"I want you to sit on the chair backwards," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Spread your legs wide, and fart on the chair. I want to see your muscular thighs shaking with each fart."
The mistress's smile widened, her amber eyes gleaming with excitement. "Very well," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I'll give you what you want."
You watched, transfixed, as the mistress positioned herself on the chair. Her black leather boots clicked against the cold, hard floor as she turned around. Slowly, she spread her legs wide, her thighs trembling with anticipation.
"Are you ready?" she asked, her voice low and seductive. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. The mistress leaned back, her breasts pressed against the chair. With a mischievous grin, she lifted her leg, the skirt falling to the floor.
Her thick, muscular thigh was thrust toward your face, the scent of her fart enveloping you. You could feel yourself growing harder, your cock straining against your pants. The mistress chuckled, her deep laughter reverberating through the dungeon.
"You like it?" she purred, her voice low and seductive. You nodded frantically, unable to speak. The mistress smiled, her eyes locked on yours.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She reached down, her hand disappearing between your legs. You cried out as she grasped your cock, her long, manicured nails digging into your skin.
"You want more?" she asked, her voice low and threatening. You nodded, your eyes locked on hers. She squeezed your cock, her grip tightening as she began to stroke you in slow, deliberate motions.
"Say it," she commanded. You swallowed hard, your throat dry. "Please, Mistress," you whispered. The mistress smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"That's better," she said, squeezing your cock once more before releasing it. You let out a soft moan, your body trembling with need. The mistress leaned forward, her breasts pressing against your chest.
"Now," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Tell me what you want me to do." You closed your eyes, the image of her sitting on the chair backwards, her legs spread wide, her muscular thighs trembling with anticipation.
"I want you to fart on the chair," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I want to feel the warmth of your farts against my face."
The mistress's smile widened, her amber eyes gleaming with excitement. "Very well," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I'll give you what you want."
You watched, transfixed, as the mistress positioned herself on the chair. Her black leather boots clicked against the cold, hard floor as she turned around. Slowly, she spread her legs wide, her thighs trembling with anticipation.
"Here it comes," she purred, her voice low and seductive. And then, with a mischievous grin, she lifted her leg, the skirt falling to the floor.
Her thick, muscular thigh was thrust toward your face, the scent of her fart enveloping you. You could feel yourself growing harder, your cock straining against your pants. The mistress chuckled, her deep laughter reverberating through the dungeon.
"You like it?" she purred, her voice low and teasing. You nodded frantically, unable to speak. The mistress smiled, her eyes locked on yours.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. She reached down, her hand disappearing between your legs. You cried out as she grasped your cock, her long, manicured nails digging into your skin.
"You want more?" she asked, her voice low and threatening. You nodded, your eyes locked on hers. She squeezed your cock, her grip tightening as she began to stroke you in slow, deliberate motions.
"Say it," she commanded. You swallowed hard, your throat dry. "Please, Mistress," you whispered. The mistress smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"That's better," she said, squeezing your cock once
