Your head goes back, you feel near pass out from the horrendous gas that now lingers around her ring; she laughs raucously as she pushes your head back deep between her cheeks and blows another raunchy fart that blows past you as you make contact with her slimy, dirty hole. One inadvertent sniff leaves you crying, bawling like a child; the smell is ungodly rancid
"It's the spinach son," as if to answer my questioning.
PPPPRRRRROOOOOOOOOMMMMMUUUMMFFFFF!
She sighs as terrible gas beats against my face and into where ever it can go.
Her hand grabs my hair and lifts me up a little.
A loud gurgle sound finally reveals itself to be an ocean of sludgy diarrhea flowing freely at your face, against it with force as you can't help but gargle some due to the pressure with which it blasts against your face. Soon you are swallowing it but significant amounts are also dripping down your face.
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