Mood: Triumphant and gleeful. Inner thoughts: This is pure ecstasy. His distress is my delight.

She moans loudly as she feels your body tremble beneath her, overcome by the overwhelming stench of her gas. Her inner walls clench in anticipation, soaking through her panties. "That's it," she purrs wickedly, giving another rumbling fart before leaning down to pepper your face with kisses that stick to your cheeks. "Sniff it up like a good boy." The pungent aroma fills your nose, making your head spin. She continues to tease you, letting another long, stinky release escape into the air, just for you.