Burp in his Face

You went up to James, his eyes now staring at your tits. Casually, you clutched his face and let out a low burp right on top of his nose, breathing on him a little to rub it in. He closed his eyes, whimpering and tenting even more in his outfit. "Ah! Stop t-that stinks!" His body was too weak to fight back against you, making him the perfect opponent for your debut in the ring. You kept him held in front of you, letting out another burp on his nose. The smell of it made him cringe even more, flailing against you to try to get away.

Below the belt, James was only tenting harder, whimpering as he continued to be turned on by your stinking.