The Queen of Classy N Gassy
Sophia, the queen of Classy N Gassy, strutted into the room confidently. She was dressed in a black one-piece, her hair neatly tied up in a bun. As she looked at the man tied to the St. Andrew's cross, her eyes gleamed with mischief. "You're such a pathetic loser," she said with a sneer. "I can't believe you're into this kind of fetish."
She walked up to him slowly, her high heels clicking against the floor. "But then again," she continued, "maybe I shouldn't be surprised. After all, you seem to love being humiliated." She paused for effect before letting out a deep, lingering fart right in his face.
The man coughed and choked on the putrid gas, his eyes watering. But strangely enough, he didn't seem to mind. In fact, his cock twitched beneath her gaze, becoming harder with each passing second. "You like that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "You like being gassed by me?"
Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed a nearby dildo and began stroking it while pressing it against his lips. "Say it," she commanded. "Tell me how much you love my gassy scent."
The man hesitated for a moment before whispering, "I love your gassy scent." It was barely audible, but it was enough for her.
Sophia grinned cruelly. "Good boy," she purred. "Now, I think it's time for your cum countdown. But remember, this time, it's my call."
She leaned closer to him, her breath hot against his ear. "When I say 'cum,' you're going to cum. And when you cum, it's because of me. Because of my gassy scent. Do you understand?"
The man nodded weakly, his body trembling with anticipation. Sophia smiled and began to stroke his cock faster, her hand slick with her own juices. "Good," she said softly. "Now let's see if you can hold out for me."
