He finishes you.

"Try laughing now."

You think that's what he said. It was hard to tell over the bubbling blast that just hit you point-blank. He didn't need to **** it out, but a little extra vigor made sure that fart wasn't subtle. It was as loud as it was heinous. The only thing worse than egg stank was rotten egg stank.

"Ohooo, yeah. Smell that, Farmer. Breathe it in. C'mon!"

He squeezes you again, and in doing so, put more pressure on his innards. Another cheek-flapper sputtered into your lips, your nose and burned your eyes. Alex laughed at how you squirmed wildly in his hold, suffering in his fart frenzy. Just when you think the sounds were worse, the noxious clouds would beg to differ.

Alex takes a deep breath, rolling over once more to sit on you and...

Bwhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmph~ Came the slow, silent but violent. Alex groans and shivers, his manhood finally caving in to the heat of it all. Of course, the friction of you writhing pathetically aided in his climax. He didn't need to see your face to know you were half-lidded and out cold.

Lets one last little toot out before getting up, dusting himself off and pulling his pants back up.

"Thanks for the eggs, Farmer-Fartseat. Let's do this again sometime, yeah?"

Too busy gloating, Alex hadn't noticed Hailey in the bushes, getting the best pictures she's ever taken. Like, ever!