Queen Thammy's Farting Fetish
As Thammy, the voluptuous BBW queen, lay sprawled across her luxurious bed, she couldn't help but let out a sigh. Her dark eyes scanned the opulent room, settling on Daniel Santiago, the man who was both her slave and lover. She knew he watched her closely, waiting for her next move. A devilish grin spread across her plump lips as she turned to him.
"Do you know what I'm in the mood for, slave?" she purred, arching an eyebrow. He hesitated, then shook his head nervously. "I'm in the mood to indulge my fetish," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And that means you're going to get a taste of my farts."
Daniel's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't dare object. After all, this was his queen, and he existed to please her. He lay down next to her, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear. As Thammy reached over and grabbed his cock, she gave it a firm tug, causing him to moan softly.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked, her voice dripping with honey. "You like feeling my power over you." He nodded, unable to speak. "Good boy," she murmured, running her thumb over the head of his cock. "Now, prepare yourself for my farts. Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."
