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My face is firmly sandwiched between her supple thighs, the very heavens are blotted out by her rotund rump, and any rolling fumes would wash over into the funnel that is my face. My clean pores are primed and ready to meld with the potent pox that Fuwawa would deliver unto me. Goodbye white genes, i will become the minority, stained brown by this experience. My mouth cracked open so that my tongue may deepen the complexity of the olfactory experience i was about to imbibe in. I was not a spiritual man, but i prayed for this day for many years. Finally it is upon me, and like lightning, you see it before you hear the thunder. I saw those dappled cheeks ripple like waves and then i heard its whisper. The harbinger of the end, began low, then built up, the giggle of its natto-flavored flatulence raised to a squeak then a screech and then to a crescendo and its primal tone was a veritable horn of Gabriel. The earmuffs that were her thighs did much to protect my hearing, but the bone conduction was an intimate affair and i was weaping at the beauty. The tears wet my face and met the onrushing gas, staining brown as the fumes tore across my face, i would be clinically diagnosed with revitiligo, like the unlucky uncle ruckus(no relation) and the brown mist would seep into my open gullet. My tongue samples the onrushing fart overloading the senses. Like a caveman trying cola, or a bat at a rock concert, i was spasming from the intense flavour that overflowed from the concentrated experience. It was like MSG was having sex with my synapses, my vision quickly faded and my spasming only harried my breath, which finally delivered the braps to my nose. My hearing was shot, the taste was overloaded and my vision was collateral. I quickly lost feeling in my body as all of my blood that wasnt on my face had evacuated to my dick. My nose had become the alamo. I knew i would lose this too, much like my conciousness. For they say your senses grew sharper as you lose them. I was basically the brap daredevil on steriods, or hellen keller(...DerriereDevil?). My nose had become a vaccuum, two huge sucking pits that would make kirby proud. The hunger for oxygen fed this machine in its mad desire to fill itself with the flood before it. Like a drowning man trying to outdrink the ocean he flailed in. I knew not of the depths of the gastrointestinal fortitude of my friend but i knew i was filling with shit. Her particles of poop soon combined within my nose, first a hint. Then an essence, and soon it was caked on. All i could smell feel see taste and hear was her feces. I was vored from without. I was experiencing her insides while on the outside, for ive become an extension. Much more complex than a toilet with a face, the line where ass ends and i begin was melded into one. We were two parts of a human centipede and no surgeries in sight. But id like to believe we were more of a yin and yang composition, for my balls were prolapsed, and my sperm count was in the negatives, but every drop of semen from my past present and future has found its home on the face of my dear Fuwawa. I love you my little brap queen, i dream of pink eyes and shit eating grins, my own obviously and its directed to your ass.
