The fart is mercilessly released on you and Justin softly places his leg back down, leaving you to suffer.
You cough, your frequent movement suddenly alerting Justin of your presence.
"What the fuck? What is that..." He stands back up and inspects his seat. He finds you, of course. He picks up your weakened body with a deadly smirk.
"Oh, it's you. Whaddaya think you were doing down there, you little bug?" He asks.
You swallow nervously. "I was there before .... you were." You say, trying to sound casual. He laughs, the sound waves nearly shattering your body. "You're at a real disadvantage here. You sure you wanna make comments like that? Just admit it, you like my ass, you little queer."
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