Anita's large, plump ass cheeks trembled with anticipation as she felt the warm breath of Rosália whispering against her skin. The brunette girl was tied up in a harness, her head pressed against the soft flesh of her captor's peach-like behind. Rosália, a woman known for her fiery temper, had brought Anita to this position because she wanted to teach her a lesson.
Rosália was wearing a revealing black lingerie that hugged her curves perfectly. Her breasts were small but perky, and they jiggled slightly with every move she made. She looked down at Anita with a smirk on her face, her brown eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're mine now, slave girl," she said, her voice low and menacing. "You'll never escape from under my ass as long as you live."
Anita whimpered softly, her heart racing in fear. She had never been in such a vulnerable position before. The smell of Rosália's ass was strong, and it made her gag slightly. She tried to pull away, but the harness held her firmly in place. "Please, mistress," she begged, her voice shaking. "I'm sorry. I won't disobey again."
Rosália chuckled darkly, her fingers sinking into Anita's hair. "Too late for that," she growled. "You're going to pay for your disobedience, one fart at a time." With that, she lowered her body onto the tied-up girl's face, pushing her head deeper into her ass crack. "You're going to get used to the scent of my farts, slave girl," she warned, her voice dripping with cruelty.
Anita tried to hold her breath, but it was impossible. Rosália's ass was too close, and the smell was overpowering. She tried to block it out by thinking about something else, but all she could think about was how vulnerable she was. As she began to panic, the first fart escaped from Rosália's ass, hitting Anita's face like a hot wind.
The brunette girl gagged and choked, her eyes watering from the stench. "No, please!" she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Stop it, mistress!"
Rosália laughed cruelly, feeling the power she held over Anita. She leaned forward, her weight pressing down on the helpless girl's face. "No, slave girl," she whispered into Anita's ear. "You're here to take my farts, and that's what you're going to do." With that, she let out another fart, this time aiming it directly at Anita's open mouth.
Anita tried to close her mouth, but it was too late. The hot, putrid gas filled her mouth, making her gag harder than ever. She could feel Rosália's ass cheeks vibrating against her face, and she knew there was no escape. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she waited for the next fart to hit her, knowing that it would only get worse from here.
Rosália watched with delight as Anita struggled under her weight. She loved seeing the fear in her eyes and the desperation on her face. She knew that she had complete control over this girl, and she planned to take full advantage of it. "Your punishment has just begun, slave girl," she whispered, smiling wickedly.
As she pulled back, Anita gasped for air, grateful for even a small break. She knew that there would be many more farts to come, and she dreaded each one. All she could do was endure and hope that Rosália would eventually get tired of her games. But for now, she was stuck under Rosália's ass, and there was no escape in sight.
