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Jessica Bond - "Auf Wiedersehen, Pffet"

... *FFFLLAAARRRPPPPTTTTT!!* She suddenly blasted a loud fart right into Bond's face. &#034Ha ha! Look! Mien arsch, it saying it loves you too!&#034 Ulla tilted her head back and roared with laughter. So much for Germans having no sense of humour! The hot stench of her gas burrowed deep into Bond's nostrils, choking her. It stunk something bad, like rotten eggs being fried up and scrambled with rotten broccoli. &#034Mmmm... Mien vart is gut, ja?&#034 Ulla asked as she sniffed the air, before she then sniggered. She could obviously smell the remnants of her eggy fart wafting around her herself, but of course it didn't stink nearly as bad as it would be sniffing it from ground zero, which is exactly where Bond was sniffing it from. &#034Luphhly...(!)&#034 Bond uttered from down below. Ulla chuckled. *pphhhhrrrttt...* Ulla let loose another, slightly quieter, breezier fart from her ass, blowing it directly over Bond's nose and face. &#034Ahhhh... You shmell mien sauerkraut on zat von?&#034 Ulla queried as she looked over her shoulder, looking down at the helpless struggling Bond. Bond was trying desperately not to breathe in the toxic fumes, but it was no use. No matter how she struggled, or fought to turn her head, her nose was trapped in the powerful ass of Ulla. So she either had to breathe in the hot heavy stench of her fart, or simply pass out. Unfortunately for her, even though she tried to just let herself pass out, her body would just naturally f0rce her to breathe it all ...

... in regardless. Her toes were curling up so strongly, yet what could she possibly do. She was trapped, pinned down, and thoroughly helpless. &#034Kiss mien arsch again, English svine, and I'll zink about letting you breathe fresh air. Zat sound gut to you, ja?&#034 Ulla asked with an almighty air of superiority to her words. &#034O - Ok -&#034 Bond panted breathlessly. She puckered her lips, and kissed the hot smelly musky eggy stench of Ulla's asshole. Her asshole twitched as she felt Bond's lips press against it. &#034Kiss it again, und say, zank you for letting me sniff your glorious German arsch und varts.&#034 Ulla ordered her, grinning smugly. Bond sighed in exasperation, before doing as she was told. She kissed her smelly ass once again, and Ulla lifted herself up just a little bit off of Bond's face, so she could speak clearly. &#034Th-thank you, for l-letting me sniff your arse, a-and your farts...&#034 Bond panted. Ulla just chuckled. &#034Pathetic English vart-loving svine.&#034 Ulla sniggered in a mocking manner. She then stood up and her hands placed victoriously onto her curvy hips. She then turned around, and stared down at Bond. A smug expression etched onto her face. &#034Get up onto your knees, dog, und beg me for forgiveness.&#034 Ulla smirked. Bond submissively sprawled up onto her knees, in front of the superior German woman, and looked up at her with pleading eyes. She softly wiped the trickle of bl00d off of her chin. &#034Please forgive me...&#034 Bond ...