My Slave's Scented Fart Orgasm
Lying on the plush, black farting throne, I let out a long, slow fart that echoed through the air. The sound of my fart, natural and resonant, filled the studio, bouncing off the walls and creating a sensory experience unlike any other. My slave, kneeling at my feet, inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of my fart as if it were the sweetest perfume in the world.
"Do you like the way it smells?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my fart.
The slave nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation and desire. He knew that this was just the beginning.
As I continued to fart, my slave remained kneeling before me, his gaze never leaving my face. The scent of my farts filled the air, becoming almost intoxicating. I watched as my slave's cock began to stir, growing harder with each passing moment.
"You're so beautiful when you're like this," I whispered, reaching down to stroke his cheek. "Do you want more?"
The slave nodded again, his eyes welling up with tears. "Please, Mistress," he begged. "I need to feel your farts on my face."
I giggled softly, enjoying the power I held over him. "All right, slave," I said, leaning forward so that my farts were directly in front of his face. "Inhale deep."
With a shuddering breath, the slave inhaled deeply, taking in the full force of my farts. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a moan, lost to the sensations that coursed through his body.
"That's it, slave," I purred, running my hands through his hair. "Let the farts take you to the edge of ecstasy."
And then, without warning, I pulled away, leaving my slave gasping for air. "Now," I said, standing up and turning to face him. "I want you to cum. Let your slave's orgasm be a tribute to your farts."
With that, I began to walk towards the camera, hips swaying, farts echoing through the studio. The slave watched, mesmerized, as I disappeared from view.
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