You grope beneath the crushing fat blanket, but all you do is rub against clammy pockets of skin. You sense the cushion beneath the both of you getting alarmingly warm; it’s from the suffocating buttcheeks sealing off air. You’re alone with her cheeks and bellowing hole. You hear a hollow gurgle, followed by the clamp of her crack.
The fat latin whale shifts her morbidly huge ass and buries you under supple layers of flesh. The Taco Bell booth creaks as cushion the gets flattened; The sensation of 50,000 tons of woman grinding you under her nearly-naked ass is overwhelming; but you also hear the stifled groans of gas building up against the woman's sphincter.
Beneath the table, the thick blubbery sides of her legs clamp shut inside her miniskirt.
A deep, fuming fart seeps between her crack and envelops the intimate space under her cheek; all of a sudden the underside of her ass is baking warm and you staunchly gag on the unadulterated gas explosion that fills the sliver of air between her cheek resting on top of you and the seat cushion. The woman’s thong is hopelessly pulled into her ass like floss -- hardly a suitable fence to mask the fart bellowing out her anus. It’s awful; You can't withstand it. You hopelessly try to get free of the fleshy prison while the the dimpled sphere of fat lies gently on top of you, jiggling softly against your panicked protests. It refuses to yield. Burrito woman responds with a bigger, worse fart that bubbles its way down though her crack and floods her ass, but her fat-choked curves suppress it.
The latin woman just licks her fingers and wipes the gooey cheese from her mouth. Meanwhile her steaming butthole creaks open and begs to release more of the gas building up inside. Giant chunks of burrito keep falling into the lady's stomach and the stifled gas keeps getting louder. The terrible gas starts to escape from under the woman's sides, and she wiggles her whole ass into the cushion; Her ass cheeks squish so hard you can feel the pock-marked skin getting firm, but the gas is cut off and floods back into her sphincter, causing a dull groan. Just when you're sure this is how you're going to die (poetic justice maybe?), that last repressed fart blares beneath the woman's fat ass and rockets you out from under her cheek, across the room onto...
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