"Carly's gonna be here soon for today's webshow," Sam said as she dragged Freddie back downstairs, "Let's wait for her..." a grin of mischief pervaded her face, "...on the couch.,,"
Oh no, Freddie thought, but kept the thought to himself. He knew well that there was no use resisting whatever Sam had in mind. They entered the living room,
"There," ordered Sam , pointing at the couch, "lay down."
"Do I have-" Freddie began to protest until Sam shot him a threatening glare. He then reluctantly obeyed. Sam grinned as she stepped next to the cushion in which Freddie's head layed. She then turned away from him, pulled down her pants, and plopped happily down onto his face. Freddie let out a soft "MMMPH!" in protest, but did nothing else to resist. Sam smiled at his compliance as she clicked on the tv and slowly wiggled her butt into a more comfortable position. She then clenched her eyes shut to force out a good sized fart. As if her panties weren't bad enough, thought Freddie. Again Sam smiled at Freddie's discomfort and proceeded to smear the smell all over his face with her ass. Sam continued to pound poor Freddie into the couch with her farts for the next ten minutes while she watched the tv. Each blast smelt worse than the last, felt better too. Finally Carly showed up.
"Hey what did I miss?" asked Carly. She stopped in her tracks when she laid eyes on Sam sitting on Freddie's face with her pants around her ankles.
"Oh," Sam began to answer casually before pausing to fart again, "nothing." Freddie couldn't stand it any more, he had to get out of that deathtrap. He trashed about wildly and tried to push Sam off of his face. But it was no use, she was just too heavy and didn't even budge. Carly just stared, dumbfounded. Finaly she spoke.
"Is that-?" she started.
"Yep," answered Sam, knowing that Carly was asking about the still-being-sat-on Freddie.
"And you are-?" Carly started to ask again.
"Yes", Sam answered, knowing that Carly was about to ask if she was sitting on Freddie's face with her panties.
"And did you just-?"
Sam suddenly cut her off with another long gurgling fart onto Freddie's face before answering
"Oh yeah," knowing that Carly was about to ask if she just farted in Freddie's face.
Carly was still at a lost for words. Why doesn't she help me!? thought Freddie.
"So," Sam said before releasing another reeking blast into Freddie's helpless face, "wanna try it?"
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