Post Christmas Disgusting Farts On Slave

Christmas has passed, and I'm fully bloated, gassy, and ready to destroy my toilet. I break in my new throne, with my ass hovering inches above his nose, not a single gap, completely sealed. Then I start unleashing, one rotten fater after another, straight into his nose. These aren't cute little poots, this is thick, gut-churning stench from a Goddess's overfed bowels. Katherine's slave is getting dizzy from the toxic gas, choking on every foul breath. Katherine laughs at him, knowing he can't escape. This is your Christmas gift: A nose full of my post-feast disgusting eggy farts.