“Man, I gotta fart, you don’t mind do you?” Gwen grinned and asked the tin girl. Gwen would then grunt and rip a short, but powerful fart on her foe. “ (Oh my god did she just!) MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!” Heather muffled and screamed, smelling The nasty, foul air that was Gwen’s fart. The fart was so strong for Heather, that her eyes started to water and her nose became scrunched up. “AHAHAHAHA, did that smell?” Gwen rhetorically asked as she rubbed her big, stinky ass on Heather left and right in rhythmic motion.
Gwen’s stomach then rumbled a bit, knowing what it ment, she grinned. “Since you've been a good slave, how about having another?” Gwen asked, making Heather start to form tears in her eyes after hearing that. Without hesitation, Gwen would rip a foul, toxic smelling, 3 second windy fart that blew on the miniature Heather at point blank range. “MMMMMMPH hmm hmmm hmmm…” Heather muffled as Tears formed in her eyes as she smelled Gwen’s even powerful fart. “Aaaah, that felt good to let out!” Gwen said, as Heather started crying as she could smell nothing but Gwen’s nasty fumes.
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