A Woman's Revenge: Extreme Face Sitting and Fart Compilation
As I sat on the edge of the bed, a sense of power coursed through my veins. In front of me was my pathetic slave, trembling in anticipation of what was to come. His eyes were locked on mine, pleading for mercy, but I had other plans.
"You think you can disobey me?" I asked, my voice cold and harsh. He shook his head silently, unable to form words. "Well, let's see how you handle this then."
I stood up and began to strip, my body glistening with sweat in the dim light. I wanted him to see every inch of me, to know that he was completely at my mercy. As I stepped out of my clothes, I noticed him licking his lips unconsciously.
"On your knees," I commanded, and he immediately obeyed. I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction as I watched him kneel before me, his eyes never leaving my naked form.
"Now," I said, my voice low and menacing, "let's see how good you are at making me cum."
With that, I climbed onto the bed and lay down, spreading my legs wide. I could feel his gaze burning into my most intimate places as he positioned himself between my legs, his tongue ready to do my bidding.
"You like what you see?" I asked, arching my back slightly. "Well, get ready for more."
I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure that was slowly building within me. And then, without warning, I released a long, loud fart right into his waiting mouth. His eyes widened in shock, but he didn't pull away.
"That's a good boy," I purred, feeling my control over him slip even deeper. "Now show me how good you are at swallowing."
With each passing moment, the farts grew longer and louder, filling his mouth and making him gag. But still, he didn't pull away. I watched with sick delight as his face turned a deep shade of red, his eyes watering from the stench.
"That's it," I whispered, reaching down to stroke my swollen clit. "Keep going... don't stop until I tell you to."
As the pleasure built within me, I felt my grip on him tighten. He was mine now, completely and utterly. With one final push, I let out a thunderous fart, sending him over the edge into a fit of coughing and gagging.
"Stop," I said finally, my voice hoarse from the screams of pleasure that tore through my body. "You've pleased me enough for now."
Slowly, he pulled away from me, his face a mask of defeat and humiliation. But there was something else in his eyes too – a twisted sort of desire that made my heart race.
"Get on your hands and knees," I commanded, my voice low and threatening. "I think it's time we explored some new pleasures."
Without another word, he obeyed, presenting his defeated body to me. And as I watched him, I knew that this was just the beginning of our twisted dance.
