You're forced to stare up at Lewis's brief covered buttocks as he slowly backed himself onto your face. The large sweat stain that runs down the length of his crack gets bigger and bigger until your face is engulfed by it. Oh god the smell is awful. You shouldn't have played a game of soccer before hand, you realized, as the shear amount of sweat is virtually drowning you. Every breath you take is wet and labored. You retch out loud and pull your face away from Lewis's ass.
"Hey! You know how these bets work! Your word is your honor, Ash." He scolds, "I don't care how bad it smells, put your face back in there till I tell you you're done, like a good little brother." His use of little brother irks you to no end, but you're honor-bound by this bet. He wiggled his larger than average hips in your face before you groan and press your face back into the reeking abyss. He lets out a sigh of sadistic satisfaction and rubs his butt up and down. The smell smeared around your face and you hate every minute of it. You struggle to stay upright as he puts more weight on you and drags his crack on your face.
Lewis noticed you struggling to keep your face put, "Aww is my ass too heavy for your little bitch neck? Let's get you in a more comfortable position." He leads you towards the couch. Your knees hurt and you attempted to stand and walk. Lewis didn't like that and yanked you back down, "What did I say about standing in front of me? You're gonna pay for that." A wide grin etched itself on his face before he pushed you up against the couch, your head laying on the cushion. You can only stare in horror as Lewis's butt menacingly hangs over you. You can't tell if you can smell it from here or if the previous rubbing had imprinted the smell in your nostrils.
"Lewis please," you eeked out, "It smells so bad. Have mercy..." You whimpered as the monolithic cheeks stand over you forebodingly, the sweat stain more prominent than ever.
He turned his head to look down at you, chuckled, then replied, "Did you ever have mercy, Ash? Those countless hours of sweaty hell you put me through? I've been tortured by your stink more times then I can count. Now it's your turn." Your hope collapsed as Lewis dropped his ass back onto your face. He lined your nose with his crack and went to town scrubbing the stench into your features. Your face is absolutely drenched in his seemingly endless supply of sweat. Only after 30 whole minutes with no break did he lift himself. Light poured in and a sickening 'shlick' sound escapes as he peeled his behind off of your face. You gasp for fresh air and gag repeatedly. This break is only a small reprise as Lewis...
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