With your face beneath Nick's but and your nose filled with his reeking gas, you'd think you would've given up who you worked for. Especially with Nick smelling as bad as he did. But instead you decided to remain strong and refuse to give up Joe's name along with your job.
"You gonna tell me who sent you? " Nick demanded. "Or are we gonna go for a few more rounds?"
You remaimed silent between his underwear clad globes, and Nick raided his booty slightly so he could drop it slightly to crush your face. His glutes sure packed a hell of a punch, and that wasn't even the worst thing this bubble butt had to offer.
"Alright punk," Nick said calmly. "You asked for this."
After a deep manly grunt, Nick blasted a huge fart on your face. Nick wiggled his butt atop your face so as to work that stench deep in your nose. Your poor nose went deeper into his cracking as a result until he began feeling a tickle against his rosebud through his grey boxer briefs.
Nick moaned as he felt your nose tickle his fart hole and he tickled right back with another loud vibrating fart against your nose.
"Ready to give up that name? Or are we gonna keep this up till I knock you out?"
You squirmed as Nick spoke, so he once again lifted his ass and booty bashed your face to stop your squirming so you could answer.
"So what's it gonna be?" Nick asked calmly. "The info? Or the gas?"
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