Lounging on the couch with Sydney, getting loose with glasses of fine, Sydney surprises both Akira and herself by getting a little too loose, letting out a nice loud tight juicy toot. Picking up on the heavenly aroma's that are lingering and wasping towards Akira's sniffer, Akira is instantly pleased by the pungent odor that has escaped her gassy companion. Taken aback, Sydney bewilderingly asked her friend if she enjoyed her own personal brand of pungent odor. Lavishly licking her lips before taking a pause. Akira responds in a soft breathy voice, "I love it." Enthralled by the idea of her stink guzzling friend, Sydney cautiously bends over and pushes out a long and loud series of thick, moist, hot and rancid flatulence, burying her nose betwixt her gas givers cheeks. Akira wears her ass almost as if a gas mask, directly confronting each and every wave of airborne turbulence escaping from Sydney's gaping, winking wind tunnel.