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Anita Perversa's Gas-Filled Revenge

Part 3: His Apology, Her Payback

Anita lay on her side, clutching her stomach as it rumbled with discomfort. The spoiled food had left her feeling ill and in need of retribution. She looked over at the man whose apology she had demanded, yet still awaited.

Her gaze fell on his trembling lips, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. Finally, he found the courage to speak. "I'm sorry, Anita," he uttered weakly, his voice shaking.

A smirk crossed her face as she sat up slowly, revealing the expanse of her towering figure. "Apology accepted," she purred, her tone dangerously seductive. She moved closer to him, her massive frame looming over him like a dark cloud.

Anita reached down and took hold of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside. As she gazed down at his naked form, she felt a surge of power course through her veins.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "But since you've made me so uncomfortable," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "I think it's only fair that you help me feel better."

Without warning, she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, her colossal thighs engulfing his torso. She leaned down again, this time planting a kiss on his nose before leaning back up to take a deep breath.

The room fell silent except for the sound of Anita's stomach, which rumbled loudly once more. Without hesitation, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his, forcing her foul-smelling breath into his mouth.

His eyes widened in horror as he realized what she intended. He tried to pull away, but her grip was like steel. She began to move up and down on him, grinding her hips while forcing her stomach gases into his mouth with each thrust.

Tears streamed down his face as the noxious fumes burned his throat and choked him. All he could do was endure the pain and humiliation she inflicted upon him.

As the gas escaped from her mouth and filled his, Anita let out a satisfied moan. She had taken his apology and turned it into a punishment that he would never forget.

With a cruel smile on her face, she dismounted from him and stood up, towering over him once again. "There you go," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "Your dinner made me sick, so I'm going to use your mouth as my personal toilet until you learn your lesson."

And with that, she walked away, leaving him gasping for air and wondering how he had ever crossed her path.

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