Angela's ass comes back again, making another pass on your abused face. Just as her anus aligns with your nose, she rips a long, raunchy fart that seems to last at least three full wipes.
BRRRUUUUMMMPPPPP!
She laughs dismissively; you shake your head aggressively, hoping it'll somehow release the terrible odor, hanging near your face, or at least fan it away, perhaps back up, if that wasn't an absurd notion.
"Aww, you didn't like that," she says, stomping your thigh again, this horrifyingly near your balls. "Keep going, no one said stop; oh, it's a little smelly." She chuckles, "I feel better though." She says as she regains her wiping rhythm on your tortured face.
Pass after pass your face is rubbed raw against ass skin and smelly anus.
"You're gonna need to lick, that fart probably made a stink," she laughs, realizing her wordplay. "I probably don't have to tell you, you know."
She arches her back and lets out a tiny, flappy fart.
PRROOUUP!
Angela sighs, contently; "Yeah, definitely use your tongue hun." She got more agressive with her wipes, faster and concentrated around her odiferous anus which seemed permanently stained with her stink.
"I kind of change my mind," she says, lying her hands softly on your chest, "Why don't you shake your head around..." She presses down on your chest; your cool air sends a euphoric, sexual chill down her spine.
Angela's stomach moans and she pushes out a long, trumpeting fart; she releases her hands and your body hungrily, greedily sucks up her thick, noxious air; each suck leaving your lungs poisoned, your nose tortured, and mouth dry and tainted.
BRRRRAAAAAAMMMUUUMMPPPPP!
Inadvertently, your head shakes back and forth aggressively and she gets an audible kick out of the sensation; she drops a few 'accidental' farts.
She laughs to herself and let's her body fall forward.