She ignores your pleas

Aroma throws her head back and laughs uproariously at your pleading, wiping a tear of joy from her eye. "Awww, listen to that whiny little voice! 'Please don't do that again,' he says, as if he had any say in the matter!" She mocks in a high-pitched imitation of your tone before her expression darkens with cruel amusement.

"But oh no, my dear little fart cushion. That was just the appetizer. The main course is about to begin, and trust me..." She leans in close, her hot breath washing over your face. "... if you didn’t like that, you ain't gonna like the rest of the menu."

Aroma turns to address the audience. “So, ladies and gents, who wants to see another Farting Stinkface?” She asks the crowd, who erupt in an intense uproar of cheers and chants. She then looks back at me, with a false look of sympathy. “Aww, sorry bud, guess that’s just too bad for you.” she says with a phony pout on her face.

Aroma suddenly slams your head back into the turnbuckle with her ass yet again, jamming your face once again deep into her crack. You attempt to escape again, futilely slapping and punching her massive derrière, but it’s no use. You’re completely at her mercy now.

Aroma grinds her colossal ass against your face with ruthless abandon, smearing your features with her pungent musk. "Mmm, I can feel you squirming so deliciously! But we're just getting started, tiny!"

She reaches back and spreads her doughy cheeks apart, exposing her puckered asshole mere inches from your nose. "Take a deep whiff, jobber! This is the scent of your utter defeat!"

Aroma clenches her muscles and unleashes a massive, gurgling fart right up your nostrils. The putrid blast hits you like a cement truck, forcing its way down up your nose and making your eyes water. "How's that for a Farting Stinkface, huh? I've got plenty more where that came from!"

Aroma maintains her relentless ****, grinding her sweaty asscheeks against your face as she fires off another thunderous fart, then another, each one fouler than the last. The noxious clouds fill your lungs, making you dizzy and disoriented. "That's it, suffer for me! Let the whole arena hear those pathetic wheezes and gags!"

She reaches back and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your face deeper into her ass. "I think it's time to really give the people what they want. Look out, Drew - mama's gonna feed you a special treat!"

Aroma bears down with all her considerable weight, smothering you completely as she prepares to unleash the mother of all skunk farts directly into either your mouth or nose.

You know you have to make a choice, as her next fart is either going right up your nose or down your throat, depending on what I put on her asshole. If I do nothing, both will get blasted, and I’ll suffer even worse than if I didn’t pick one.