As Angie lost herself in the erotic pages of her book, her fingers traced the contours of her swollen pussy. Her heart raced and her breath hitched as she imagined the sinful acts she had been reading about. Overwhelmed by desire, she closed the book and let out a soft moan, her body craving release.
Without realizing it, she dozed off into a deep sleep. She didn't know that her roommate, Sarah, had been watching her every move. Sarah had always been fascinated by Angie's innocence and naivety. She had cruel intentions for her unsuspecting friend.
Sarah crept up behind Angie and gently removed her glasses. She knew that without them, Angie would be unable to see much, especially in the dimly lit room. With a twisted smile, Sarah leaned down and whispered in Angie's ear, "Wake up, sleeping beauty."
Angie's eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the sudden lack of vision. She felt something warm and wet pressing against her face. Confused and scared, she tried to wipe it away but felt something else hit her nose, making it hard for her to breathe.
Terrified, Angie raised her hands to her face, only to feel something solid and unmovable blocking her view. She panicked, her heart racing as she tried to figure out what was happening. It wasn't until she felt a familiar sensation in her nose that she realized the horror of her situation.
Sarah had taken advantage of Angie's vulnerable state by pushing her ass against Angie's face. With every breath, Angie inhaled the foul odor and wetness emanating from Sarah's asshole. She tried to push Sarah away, but her strength seemed to have disappeared.
"Please, Sarah, stop! It's disgusting!" Angie pleaded, her voice muffled by Sarah's ass. But Sarah showed no mercy. She continued to push her ass against Angie's face, relishing in her friend's discomfort.
Angie felt a hot rush of air hit her once again, this time accompanied by a wet, slimy substance. She gagged, trying desperately to get away from the overwhelming stench and the horrible sensation of something foreign invading her nose.
Sarah showed no signs of stopping, instead, she seemed to be enjoying herself more with each passing second. She grinned wickedly as she watched Angie squirm, powerless to stop her cruel game.
As the minutes turned into hours, Angie felt like she was about to pass out from the constant stream of foul gases and the unbearable pressure in her nose. Her eyes watered, and she tasted Sarah's ass in the back of her throat.
"Please, Sarah, stop!" Angie begged, her voice breaking. But Sarah only laughed, taking pleasure in her friend's distress. She continued to gas Angie relentlessly, showing no signs of mercy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sarah pulled away, leaving Angie gasping for air and struggling to comprehend what had just happened. She wiped the disgusting residue from her face, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Sarah watched Angie's reactions with a twisted smile, pleased with herself. She knew she had crossed a line, but the feeling of power she derived from Angie's suffering was too intoxicating to resist.
As Angie struggled to regain her composure, Sarah wrapped her arm around her friend's waist, guiding her towards the window. She leaned in close, whispering in Angie's ear one last time, "You see, Angie, I can play dirty too."
With that, Sarah pulled away, leaving Angie alone with her thoughts and a lingering sense of betrayal. As she stumbled towards the bed, her mind reeled with confusion and fear. She never would have guessed that her seemingly innocent roommate had such cruel intentions.
