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You scrambled your brain for any possible smell that you could use to describe Sasha's reeking farts. As the lovestruck kiss-ass that you were, you chose an answer that wasn't anywhere close to accurate, but might earn you some points. "Like a cinnamon air freshener!"
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Sasha scoffed. "Ughhh, really?" she asked, her tone dripping with scorn. "THAT smelled like a cinnamon air freshener to you?!" Clearly she was not pleased by your pathetic attempt to lie to her.
She adjusted herself so that her full weight was resting even more heavily, entirely on your face, with no chance of escape whatsoever. She took extra care to make sure every inch was covered by her nice round ass.
"I told you what would happen, and you didn't listen. Now you have to suffer the consequences."
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You thrashed around wildly as the smell zoomed up your nostrils.
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Sasha remained firmly planted, your wriggling doing nothing to move her.
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The gassy hiss made that fart no less intense, the toxic smell making you more light-headed the longer you inhaled it.
"Keep on smelling my "cinnamon" farts, you pervert," Sasha taunted, "you'll be unconscious soon enough."
The brunette arched her back and raised her beautiful butt a fraction of an inch to line it up perfectly, before billowing a long, nasty SBD right up your nose.
She laughed as you used your last reserves of energy to cough into her cushy ass. "And now it's time for the knockout blow."
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The loud and long bassy fart was intense enough that it seemed to echo around the room for all of it's ten seconds. It was the last thing you heard, along with Sasha's cackles mixed in, as you faded into unconsciousness.
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