"Get ready for the new most important thing in your world," Mark sneered.
>BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
He let the fart rip. It was so loud — anyone in the hall must have been able to hear it — and it lasted nearly fifteen seconds.
To Amanda, it felt like forever but couldn't last long enough. She sucked in the fart directly from Mark's hole, through both nose and mouth. It burned as it coursed through her airways and inflamed her lungs.
>I'm not like this! The thought popped into her head. Have some respect for yourself! Stand up and get out of h—
>BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
The fart obliterated those traces of resistance remaining in her conscious mind. That stinky, stinky, nasty, dirty, bad man smell — she was thirsty for it, her body aching, nipples getting hard like bullets, her underwear drenched. She felt herself becoming an orgasm. That was the only way to put it. As the fart went to work on her beyond-stimulated brain, her clitoris and vagina seized up and pulsed in her wet little black panties, kicking off a wave of pleasure that rocketed outward and throughout her body. She wanted to hump something, even as she pressed her beautiful face deeper and deeper into Mark's seamy butt crack. She wanted to, but she didn't need to. The first orgasm overtook her, and she babbled like a mad idiot, her tongue dripping all over his hole, his thighs, his balls, as the countless ones that followed consumed her body totally, until she couldn't remember anything, not even her name, except for Mark, sweet Mark, who gave her his delicious, perfect farts.
