Kyle then decides to get a box from the closet. Meanwhile, Sasha shakes the shit off her face and is relieved to get some fresh air, until
Kyle returns. He picks up Sasha and sets her head in the box. The box is small with a hole on for the opening. Sasha's face faces the
opening and she struggles to be free. "Kyle, what is this?" "It's just a box...a fart box!" he says, sitting down over it. Kyle adjusts his
butt so far inside, Sasha's nose is inches away from his moist, nasty crack.
"Uh-oh, here comes another fart." PPRRIPPPPPPP! The fart is now trapped inside with Sasha, waiting to be inhaled. Sasha holds
her breath as long as she can. BBBBRRRNNTTTT! Sasha moans in disgust. "Lick my butt!" Kyle says. His butthole is in plain
view, leaving her no choice, but to lick. She sticks out her tongue and runs it over his splincher. Kyle moans when he feels her tongue.
FFRRRRRT! PPPMMMMM! BBRRAAAPPP! Kyle stomach rumbles again.
"I'm about to poop again." Before his finishes talking, Kyle takes more of a dump on Sasha's face. The shit runs out with more putrid
farts. FFRRROOPPPTT! BRRUMMPP! Sasha gags and passes out...
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