Olga begins to stretch out the waist of her black shorts, revealing the sweaty foul smelling ass she had recently ripped that fart before. God the smell was awful, your instincts were right to not get anywhere near it. Unfortunately your so-called caretaker think otherwise.

"I've got my hands full here, so this place should be safe for you, sort of. Sorry about the smell." Olga said, before placing you down between her asscheeks, pushing your body with a wet plop of that sweaty butt.

 Good lord, the smell is so much worse up close, the sting of the ass' lack of care and the musk and sweat is intoxicating, it suffocates you as you try your best to wriggle and get at least some form of fresh air. 

But it was too late as she had already let go of the waistband, completely trapping you in this hot and dank darkness.

Then she...