The heat and stink of Jessica's ass nearly makes you pass out. You gag on the putrid stench almost as if it was something you could choke on, and your lungs burn, begging for fresh air. After the storm of farts, she gets off you and brings her face so she's hovering her nose above you. Sniffing you a bit, she laughs. "Hahaha, wow, that stinks! Not that I'm surprised, my ass doesn't play around. Will I even be able to smell your pathetic little toot over that potent stench? For your sake, I hope you can because I now exactly what I'm going to do to you when you lose. Now, go on. It's your turn, not that it really matters. Or you could give up right now and I'll go a bit easier on you. How does that sound?"
Looking over your shoulder, you see your mother's merciless smile. It was a lie, there was no way she would pull her punches, she just didn't know which extreme torture method she wanted to perform first. There was only one thing you could do...
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