You're tied up on the floor, unable to move an inch. I'm on the couch in front of you, relaxing with my ass hanging right in your face. You're being made to inhale my uncontrollable gas while I scroll on my phone and ignore. I only occasionally tell you to sniff or comment on the stench. You better not have any complaints. I want you silently sniffing the rotten smelling rips from my ass. I don't care how bad they smell. I have to get them out and you're a fart receptacle, it's what you're for. You are a toilet as well. At the end of the clip, I decide I need to take a dump, so I get up and spread my cheeks and tell you to open wide. The clip fades before you receive your meal.