Pietra lay on the ground, her eyes fixed on the divine figure of Britney Hunter. The sultry SBBW goddess sat regally upon her, her immense weight pressing down on Pietra's chest and stomach. It was a feeling of both submission and utter desire as Pietra gazed up at Britney's round, jiggly behind.
"Mmmm, do you like this, slave?" Britney purred, leaning forward slightly to let her ample cheeks graze Pietra's face. Pietra could smell the rich, earthy scent of Britney's body, mixed with the faint but unmistakable odor of her farts. She shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.
Britney chuckled softly, her belly jiggling with each movement. "I thought so," she said, reaching down to spread Pietra's lips apart. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?"
As if in response, Pietra's gaze flickered hungrily to Britney's fleshy, quivering asscheeks. The SBBW goddess grinned, knowing exactly what Pietra was thinking. She leaned back, releasing a long, low rumble that reverberated through Pietra's body.
A moment later, a hot, humid gust of air struck Pietra's face, followed by the unmistakable stench of a massive fart. It was like nothing Pietra had ever experienced before - the sheer force of it was almost overwhelming. But she couldn't look away, couldn't turn her face away from the intoxicating scent or the sensation of Britney's warm breath on her cheeks.
"That's it, slave," Britney purred, running a hand through her luscious curls. "You want more, don't you?"
Pietra couldn't speak, could only nod frantically. She felt like she was on the edge of something incredible, something she'd never experienced before. And yet, she knew that Britney held all the power - that she could give or withhold this intense pleasure as she saw fit.
"Good girl," Britney murmured, leaning forward again and releasing another torrent of hot air into Pietra's face. This time, it was even stronger, more potent than before. Pietra's eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to breathe through the thick, noxious cloud enveloping her.
As if sensing her slave's increasing desperation, Britney leaned back once more, letting out a slow, satisfied sigh. "That's enough for now," she said, her voice a low purr. "But don't worry, my little slut. I'll be back for more soon enough."
With that, Britney stood up, her immense weight making the floor tremble under Pietra's weakened body. She turned and walked away, her hips swaying enticingly in that famous SBBW gait. For a moment, Pietra felt abandoned and bereft. But then she remembered the promise of those farts, the weight of desire still lingering on her skin.
And so, she lay there in anticipation, wondering what new delights Britney would bring her next.
