Just finished an intense workout and my body is begging for release in more ways than one. Lucky for me, I have my personal fart vacuum, ready and waiting to worship every part of me, even my sweaty post-gym farts. Watch as I use and use my devoted toy, making him inhale the raw scent of my dominance. He lives for these moments, craving the intimate aroma that clings to my skin after I've pushed my body to its limits. It's not just about the sweat, it's about the power I hold over him, the way he surrenders to my every whim. And as I sit on his face, letting go of the day's exertion, he tha...

Just finished an intense workout and my body is begging for release in more ways than one. Lucky for me, I have my personal fart vacuum, ready and waiting to worship every part of me, even my sweaty post-gym farts. Watch as I use and use my devoted toy, making him inhale the raw scent of my dominance. He lives for these moments, craving the intimate aroma that clings to my skin after I've pushed my body to its limits. It's not just about the sweat, it's about the power I hold over him, the way he surrenders to my every whim. And as I sit on his face, letting go of the day's exertion, he thanks me, grateful for the privilege of being so close to my perfection.