She picked up the bug and placed it on a chair turning and slowly lowering her butt onto it- she paused just before she touched it and wiggled her soft bottom over it, taunting the roach. She dropped her butt onto it slowly, making sure it was trapped between her cheeks, wedged up against her butt hole. As slowly as she could, she unleashed her morning gas in a silent puff that lasted 10 seconds. The smell took a minute to get to her, as it was so thick it was stuck in her pajamas. The scent lingered for at least 10 minutes, and she often added to it with small rips. She could feel the pathetic insect wiggling under her butt. "Is it too smelly for you, little bug? I could make it even worse!" she said.
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