Brunette Pawg's Dominance over a Slave with her Giant Ass's Farts
As Ketlyn Ravena entered the room, she couldn't resist the strong urge to pass gas. Her tight little ass cheeks ached from holding in all that built-up fart fuel after an intense workout at the gym. She had just spent over an hour on the treadmill, elliptical, and weight machines, pumping iron and burning calories. The protein shake Daniel Santiago had made for her only increased her discomfort, mixing with her digestive system to form a potent cocktail of intestinal gases.
The brunette Pawg strolled over to the couch where her slave, Aline, was waiting with bated breath. She couldn't help but notice how eager Aline was; her eyes were wide and filled with anticipation, her ass perched on the edge of the seat. It was clear that Aline had been conditioned to submit completely to Ketlyn's every whim and desire.
Without a word, Ketlyn sat down on the couch, spreading her thick thighs wide apart. She turned around to face Aline, giving her an unobstructed view of her perfect ass. The cheeks of her plump bottom were round and firm, jiggling slightly as she prepared to unleash the fury within.
Aline watched in awe as Ketlyn leaned forward slightly, her ass now inches away from her face. She could smell the faint scent of sweat and musk wafting up from between those sumptuous cheeks. Then, without warning, a loud rumble filled the room.
Ketlyn's gargantuan ass exploded with a deafening blast of wind that sent shockwaves through Aline's body. The slave gasped for air as the putrid stench of rotten eggs and sulfur assaulted her senses. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she dared not move away from the intoxicating scent that now filled the room.
For what felt like an eternity, Ketlyn continued to fart on Aline's face. Each blast was stronger than the last, pushing her body further into submission. The smell was overwhelming, but also strangely addictive. Aline couldn't help but inhale deeply each time another wave of fumes hit her nose.
As suddenly as it had started, the barrage of farts ceased. Ketlyn rose from the couch, turning around to face Aline once more. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she asked, "Do you enjoy my stink, slave?"
Aline could only nod weakly, her body still reeling from the assault on her senses. "Good," Ketlyn purred, running her fingers teasingly across Aline's chin. "Because from now on, you'll be smelling a lot more of it."
With that, she turned and strutted out of the room, her ass swaying hypnotically from side to side. Aline remained where she was, catching her breath as she tried to process what had just happened. She knew that from now on, her life would be dedicated to serving and worshiping her Mistress's giant ass and the farts that emanated from it.
