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 | | She was a non-stop fart machine, oohing and aahhing as she went, undulating her thick rump on my face, blistering it with endless ass emissions of the most acidic, foul kind, burning my nasal passages and filling my head and lungs with the most acrid stench imagineable. |
 | | And all the while she did, her asshole was releasing a steady steamy hiss of endless fart, a ribbon of hot air that mixed with the creamy rancid sweat string already inside her unwashed pussy to bathe my face in a constant flow of lower body rot. |
 | | And it was a wet stench, too, thickening the effect as Cathy kept farting, reaching behind her to hold my head to the water, and then forcing my face into the sputtering, broken air mass of her fart bubbles. |
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