You knelt the instant you heard Giantess SeductiveGenX climb into bed, didn’t you, sl*ve?

I inhaled these homemade donuts I made earlier, and while I l*cked my fingers and promised you the aftermath, I saw your c*ck start to grow in excitement of serving his MILF Mistress.

Now the moon is high, my bra is half-cupped, and those pastries have turned into pure, churning pressure behind my satin panties. I can feel each bubble plotting its escape, rolling through my guts like slow, evil lava. I want you to breathe them in as they leave me—hot, sweet, filthy pre-toilet proof of what my body can do to you.

Come closer. Nose right here, at the crest of my *ss. I’m going to peel these panties down just far enough that your nostrils brush c*tton and skin together. Don’t l*ck yet. Inhale. Count to three while I let the first one build...feel the heat radiating? That’s fear and lust mixing in your chest. When I finally relax my tight ring and it flutters out—long, creamy, humming against your upper lip—you’ll swear you taste vanilla & maple frosting and sin. Keep your mouth open, keep your eyes on mine over your shoulder. Good boy.

I slide a hand between my thighs, not to pleasure myself, though the wetness there is undeniable, but to check that your chin is trembling the way I like. It is. Your obedience makes the next fart barrel down faster, ripping like silk, louder than the creak of my bed as I move around to produce more g*s for my hungry pathetic sl*ve.

I reach back and trap your head inside my undies, grinding the scent deep into your beard. “You know how much Mistress loves it when her sl*ve is obedient,” I coo, voice syrupy, “When you do exactly what brings me pleasure.” Your lungs b*rn; your c*ck pulses so hard the slit weeps. I feel the damp smear on my panties and smile—precious, desperate tribute.

I make you recite it: “Mistress’s g*s is my oxygen.” Over and over until it becomes your only chant.

Say it again while I wiggle, letting a third bubble splutter against your nose. My clit is swollen now, grinding the seam of your chin while you speak, every vibration of your voice teasing me closer to my own cliff. But tonight is about ownership, not my climax—so I deny us both, rise, and turn.

Straddle your lap. Press my panty-covered *ss to your bare chest so the next blast vibrates straight through your sternum—can you feel your heart skip? I do. I laugh, low and witchy, Halloween shadows l*cking candlelit walls while I gift you another sloppy rip. My hips circle, painting your skin with heat and sugar-scented doom.

Time slows. The room smells like bakery s*x and raw power. I lift one cheek, let a final, cheek-quivering fart roll out, so long you lose count of the seconds, lost in the way my flesh trembles against you.

Your moan is muffled by my hand; I don’t want neighbors hearing what’s mine alone. When the air clears just enough for you to whimper my title, I lean in, lips brushing your ear: and say, “Until Mistress needs you again... Happy Halloween.” I bl*w that soft kiss, lipstick cool on your cheek, and leave you throbbing, gasping, utterly devoted, knowing you’ll replay this moment every night until I c*ll you back to worship this huge farting *ss.

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