She straddles your face once again and farts. It was small and airy, but the strench was foul, and the unbreathable fabric of her gray yoga pants seemed to hold the odor in even longer.
Marisa lifted her butt to speak to you.
"There you go, buddy! There's some air! I like to have vegetable juice every morning before my workout, but it gives me terrible gas."
Marisa began to facesit you and rips a series of putrid farts. It seems like she has the ability to do it whenever she wants for as long as she wants. Marisa feels you go limp; her barrage of ass gas has caused you to pass out.
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