Happy 2025! I'm taking my farts to the next level this year, starting off with another smotherbox classic. I'm so bloated and cramped with gas. A human seat's nostrils are the perfect place to sit and massage the farts out so I don't have to smell them. My ass crack is sweaty and stinky, and his whole face just gets wedged right in there. It's where he belongs. As he thrashes about squirming for air, I rip fart after fart, grunting with relief each time my stomach has another bowel movement. I just don't know what's come over me. Halfway through, I realize the fabric of my shorts are getting in the way, so I strip them down and make use of the seat's tongue to clean out the sweat and fart particles. I have a feeling it's going to start getting messy, so I'll need the slave to swallow the sharts. The farts at the end sound sputtering and wet. I make him lick and clean it up. He is truly suffering, but that's what men are good for, don't you agree?