The smell from Sara's recent wet farts were somewhat tolerable, somewhat of a shocker considering how close you were and how bad these stinkers usually are. But for Sara, she was feeling an itch in her crack. You saw her big hand move to the back and began scratching her ass, and as she was scratching, you were pushed into her pants, pushing you in. She then leaned forward and you fell straight into the brown, foul-smelling liquid that was her shit. Her scratching left a brown mark in her pants. And as she stood up, Sara felt a cramp in her stomach.
"Oh my god, I hope I can get to the bathroom in time." Sara said as she slowly made her way to the bathroom, but it felt like for each step, her cramp got worse and worse. You were getting soaked in Sara's diarrhea. Some of it getting in your nose, your mouth and all over your clothes.
By the time Sara made it too the bathroom door, her cramp was unbearable. Getting on all fours, she now wanted the cramp to go away, so she...
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