Try to push her butt off! (end)

Victoria, currently drowning in the thick booty meat and nasty gas of the thief, knows that she can’t hold on for much longer!

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As if for emphasis, the thief lets out a truly pungent blast that brings Vicky to tears, laughing and grinding her ass all over Vicky’s face, “Aww yeah how’d that one smell miss goody-two shoes? Y’know, you actually make a pretty good seat, maybe I should keep you.”

The thought of remaining under the thief as a fart **** was enough to spur Vicky into action. In a **** effort, she musters all her strength to push the thief’s huge, stinky cheeks up and off of her face. Wait, it’s actually working! The thief’s fat ass rises a few inches off of Vicky’s face, she can finally catch her breath and escape!

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The thief lets loose an absolutely heinous ripper all over Vicky’s face, stopping her escape attempt in its tracks as visible puffs of green gas emanate from the thief’s big booty. She pulls down her pants AND her tiny black thong, her newly released ass meat gently wobbling from the effort. “If you wanted to feel up my ass so bad, why didn’t you just say so, fart-sponge? I know you can’t get enough of this ass, but it’s rude to grab without even asking. Let me teach you some manners!”

Vicky can only watch helplessly as her world is eclipsed by the thief’s pale, sweaty twin moons. If the smell was bad before, now it was downright horrendous with the noxious cocktail of sweat and leftover gas being rubbed into Vicky’s face, literally. The thief lets out what feels like a continuous stream of little poots as she bounces and grinds on Vicky’s poor face. The last thing Vicky sees as she fades out of consciousness is the thief rummaging through her wallet, taking every last bit of her hard earned cash. “Thanks for the coin, you lame-ass cushion,” says the thief as she gasses Vicky into oblivion.

GAME OVER