Right now, it's 4:21 and you're over at Monica's house. You asked if she wanted to hang out, and she accepted, but you two don't really know what to do. Right now, you two are sitting on the floor of her bed-room, thinking of what to do. Monica's bedroom is very decorated, she has many posters of her favorite pop-stars and way too many ribbons. This isn't your first time seeing it, but the amount of Justin Bieber on the walls still shocks you to this day.
Monica pipes up, "Hey! I have an idea on what we can do!"
"What is it?"
"It's a surprise! close you're eyes."
"Fine, I trust you..." You don't know what Monica's up to, but you know that you can trust her; she's a really good friend. You hear Monica walking around her room. Suddenly, you hear Monica pick up something solid and something clinky, she walks over to you and asks you to extend your arms and legs. You do as you're told, and the next thing you know, your limbs are all tied up with tape!
"What the heck, Monica?!"
"This was your surprise~" Monica turns around and shoves her, big, scary ass into your face. It's vary warm and dank, her butt-crack is so big and warm that it's constantly sweating down there, turning it into an absolute swamp. You try to break free, but Monica straps a belt around your head and her waist, keeping you smelling her stinky ass-crack until she lets you go.
"MMMFFMMFFF"
"I actually just went over to Taco Bell during lunch and bought wayy more food than I needed, now I'm super bloated. And if you didn't know, my farts after Mexican food STINK to the point of making me gag. Then, you called, asking if we could hang out; I couldn't let that opportunity slip."
A silent fart sneaked it's way out of Monica's ass, your nostrils are on fire.
"MMMFMMFF"
"Hehe, that one was an accident~. Also, because I don't want to smell my own farts, it's only reasonable that I dutch-oven you," Monica leans over and pulls a blanket off of her bed before sitting back down. She uses the blanket to cover everything below her waist, including you, "This blanket is super thick, no air is getting out anytime soon."
It stinks like hell down there, the blanket is making her crack sweat twice as hard, and her crack is the only think you can breathe. That "teaser" earlier too, it smelled like nothing less than pure hell.
"You ready there, Sarah?"
"mmfmmff," you muffle, defeated.
"Okay then-"
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