NURSE FARTING ON DWARF GIRL PART 4 - MORGANA AND ANANZINHA CAM BY DANI FULL HD
Morgana, the infamous and ill-tempered nurse at the hospital, was in dire need of a moment to herself. She had been rushing through her duties all day, feeling a constant gnawing in her gut. The pain was so intense that it clouded her thoughts and made her angry at everything around her. Her patients, her colleagues, even the air she breathed seemed to aggravate her further.
As she hurried down the hallway, her mind wandering aimlessly, she suddenly remembered that she had a dwarf girl on her list for today. Ananzinha. The thought of using this poor creature as a human toilet brought a small smile to her lips. It wasn't the most dignified solution, but it would certainly help ease her discomfort.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Morgana stormed into Ananzinha's room. The little girl looked up at her with wide, fearful eyes, sensing the anger emanating from the nurse. Morgana didn't bother to hide her emotions; instead, she let them spill out in a torrent of curses and insults.
"What have they done to you now?" she snarled, gesturing to the various tubes and monitors attached to Ananzinha's small frame. "You're just a waste of space, you know that? A pathetic little specimen."
Ananzinha whimpered and tried to shrink back into her hospital bed, but Morgana wasn't finished yet. She needed relief, and she needed it now.
"I think I'll use you for a while," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "Your tiny little body should be just what I need."
Without further ado, Morgana pulled down her pants and sat down on the edge of Ananzinha's bed, letting out a long, loud fart that filled the room with its putrid stench. The little girl whimpered again, her eyes watering from the smell and the sheer terror coursing through her veins.
"Get used to it," Morgana growled, leaning over her victim. "Because you're going to be my personal toilet for as long as it takes."
And with that, she began a relentless assault on Ananzinha's senses, farting repeatedly and without mercy. The little girl tried to breathe through her mouth, but the smell was so overpowering that she felt like she was suffocating. Tears streamed down her face as Morgana continued her vile act, oblivious to the pain she was inflicting on her helpless patient.
As time went on, Morgana seemed to find some twisted pleasure in her actions. She watched with satisfaction as Ananzinha's face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she couldn't help but grin when she saw the tears welling up in the little girl's eyes.
"There, there, don't cry," she crooned, her voice strangely soothing. "It's just a little bit of gas. Nothing to worry about."
But of course, it wasn't just gas. Each fart was more potent than the last, each wave of nauseating stink filling the room and leaving Ananzinha feeling violated and humiliated. She tried to curl up into a ball, but there was nowhere to hide from Morgana's farts.
Eventually, with a sense of satisfaction that bordered on euphoria, Morgana stood up and pulled her pants back up. She looked down at Ananzinha, who was still curled up into a ball on the bed, shaking with fear and disgust.
"That's a wrap for today," she said, her voice almost gentle. "But I'll be back tomorrow, you know. To make sure you're still fit for my use."
And with that, she turned and left the room, leaving behind a trail of putrid air and broken spirits. Ananzinha lay there, trembling and tears streaming down her face, wondering when this nightmare would end.
