The darkened, moist sphincter of Tiffany Nickle surrounded you. The waves of bath water lapped at the wrinkles, which spread like a chrysanthemum's petals. Tepid, fetid air flowed from every side.
"Ewww..." You held your nose at the powerful musk. Despite Tiffany keeping herself clean, the scent of her bowels is still very evident, and there's no traces of fresh air. It's dank, gross, and the walls are uncomfortably slimy. And around, you can hear cacophonous, resonating singing.
Outside, Tiffany rubs her palm up and down her bare stomach, lathering it with soapy water. "Yeah yeah, when the bubblegum pops, I wanna, yeah yeah!" She cleaned herself up and down. As the pressure built up under her hands, she felt a small pocket of tension build up in the depths of her body; before she forced out a few bubbles in the water. She groaned, dosing water over herself. "Least no one heard that."
The echoes of the stimulated air bubble rushed from the pitch-black depths of Tiffany's intestine. You could hear it approaching from her soaking, sprawling asshole cave, shaking the walls. There was no way to escape.
BBBBBbbbbrrrpt---
The harsh, hot winds blasted directly on your face, leaving it feeling like you'd been behind a jet engine. All the hairs on your body stood on end, tossed back. You even found yourself flying, pushed back by the heavy, horrible winds!
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