being her gaming chair
is a lot tougher than u realized at first, back before u knew exactly how glued to a game she could get. now as ur underneath her, it's like mountains of her reeking butt sweat have poured down ur face, no breaks for hours at a time.
but that's no breaks for her either, and the several burgers she had for lunch have solidly made their way through her guts in that time. she has to shit, bad, but she's putting it off. now she's letting out absolutely nauseating silent ones right up ur nose. and her farts already reeked to high heaven before she had to go.
she just needs to beat this level, but it's taking so much longer than she thought and she just keeps dying. her fault for playing on extra hard, but you're gonna be the one suffering for it as each bead of rancid sweat drips onto ur face, each gurgle of her stomach heralding another putrid pre-dump fart for u. the angrier she gets at the game the less she cares about ur plight, venting her frustrations the same way she vents her stomach, shoving her ass down onto ur face mercilessly and letting out another long, revolting bubbler with every death, vile aftershocks puffing quietly out as she keeps playing.
once she finally gets done, though, the urge to shit has subsided just a bit. u know how it is. like it's still there, but the feeling isn't pressing as hard... plus, u were so cute down there, struggling and trying so hard to moan through the duct tape on ur mouth... maybe she could move onto the next level, maybe she could play for just 15 more minutes...
