"...fart on you", Josh said with control
"No! Please don't!", you begged still on your knees before the muscled hunk
"Like I'm going to listen to a little towel bitch. I'm fucking famous!", he ranted
Josh then grabbed your head and banged it into his beefy ass again, wiping your face with even more sweat. Then he kept your face pressed into the drenched, skin-tight boxers he was wearing, making your nose point into the crack of his sweaty ass.
"Get ready, towel bitch", Josh laughed wickedly
"Nooo! I'm not ready!", you wailed uselessly
"Too late", Josh teased, wiggling his ass, crushing your nose
Within a few seconds, a rotten fart blasted out of him and straight into your nose. The smell was horrifying and unbearable. Josh laughed out loud as he further stuffed your head into his bubble but, releasing a couple more small ones.
"Does that smell good to you, towel boy?", he asked jokingly
But of course, your mouth was too deep in his ass to reply. He then ripped another loud fart into your face.
"I'll keep farting until I hear a response", he said like a mastermind
Knowing you would have to suffer more hell, until you yell. You mustered all your oxygen and yelled "YES!". However, Josh didn't hear a thing over the sound of his next fart, which snugly filled your mouth. After a few more, Josh ungripped your head and let you breathe and said
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