Baby sitter sisters have fun using me as a rug *true story* NF
Countenance astounded by an unexpected flatulence to your minion.
The expression on his visage was pure disbelief when they suddenly experienced a strong flatulence. They were unaware that this hushed gas would turn them into a bondman of the mysterious power. The fart held a bizarre power that subjugated their being.
Their countenance twisted in disgust as the offensive stench of the gas filled the air. They groaned in anguish as they realized they had become enslaved by this obnoxious flatulence. Each gas release was a painful reminder of their subordination. Their countenance now bore the sign of a gas slave.
A look of horror washed over their countenance as they became an involuntary victim of a mighty burst of gas. The enslavement caused by this gas was surprising and disturbing. Their face showed clear manifestations of their captivity to the unseen power within the gas. The flatulence turned them into a servant of the putrid hold.
Their visage displayed a mix of revulsion and wonder as they submitted to the dominance of the flatulence. They tried to conceal their embarrassment, but their captivity was etched all over their countenance. The gas had altered them into a servant of the unseen power, rendering them vulnerable and compliant. As a gas servant, their visage betrayed the peculiar and unwelcome bond they had established with such a infamous act.
Their astonished visage reflected the entrancing dominance of the flatulence that ensnared them. They were unable to hide their bewilderment as the wind exerted its authority over them. The flatulence transformed them into a submissive servant with a countenance that displayed their defeat. Their visage revealed the undesired enslavement they had fallen into, becoming a servant to the gas.
Their expression changed from disbelief to fear as the wind asserted its mastery over them. They were caught off guard by the unexpected subjugation caused by the fart. Their visage demonstrated both their displeasure and their hesitant surrender as they became a slave to the potent fart. The gas explosion caused an indelible mark on their face, forever marking them as a gas servant.
Their first countenance of repulsion quickly became absolute astonishment as they discovered they had become a minion to the powerful flatulence. A mix of shame and wonder danced upon their countenance, revealing the captivation they now faced. Their visage exposed the unforeseen link they formed with the wind, changing them into a slave of its unseen power. Every gas release served as a constant reminder of their subjugation, imprinted on their countenance like a indelible scar.
Their look transformed from annoyance to shock as they came to understand they were now a minion to the intense gas. A mixture of embarrassment and captivation manifested on their visage, revealing the unwanted connection they had formed with the fart. Their countenance showed their vulnerability as the gas expulsion had enslaved them beyond their control. Each wind expulsion served as a painful reminder of their bondage, making an indelible impression on their countenance.