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The Trans-Atlantic Disaster, ENDING (scat edition)

Continued from Part 6, Scat Edition

The electrifying sensation of Sasha's bare naked ass completely smothering his face was almost too much for him. He nearly came in his pants as her large, perfect buttcheeks wrapped around his head, burying his face completely. Her skin felt so soft, so smooth, and so warm. It was even better than when she had sat on his face at the beginning of the flight. He forgot how good it felt to feel those plump pillowy buttcheeks cover him, to feel her weight pressing down on him. Only this time, Sasha's ass smelled bad, really bad.

Thomas remembered when she had sat on his face before takeoff, while they were still in the UK, and ground his glasses off of his face with her butt. He remembered staring at her bubble butt in awe, fantasizing about her farting while she had her butt in his face.

That seemed like so long ago.

Her mouth opened with laughter as she sat on his face, and she raised her hand to her lips, looking at the three girls standing in the aisle as they started laughing too.

"Oh my god, not again!" Sasha cried. She started laughing, and then rubbed her naked butt against his face. His glasses came off again, only this time, they landed on the carpeted floor of the aisle.

"Hmmm, you know what?" Sasha mused, seemingly ignoring the fact that his glasses had fallen off again and looking at the occupied bathrooms behind him. "I think I'll just stay right here."

"No, no!" Thomas tried to say, but his voice was muffled by the round buttcheeks smothering his face. Sasha only chuckled.

"Oh I am about ready to burst," she announced. "And Thomas, your face is in a really unfortunate position right now. Haha, you better hope Jessi hurries up in there, because you don't have a lot of time before I let it all out..."

Thomas whimpered against Sasha's freckled buttcheeks. He could feel her asshole brushing against his nose. A powerful gurgle sounded from her stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping with all of his soul that Jessi would come out of the toilet. She had to be done by now... he hadn't heard any farts coming from her toilet in a while...

"You know what I think, Thomas?" Sasha said after a few seconds of silence. "I think I'm going to end up shitting on your face." He groaned with protest, and she smiled, as if he was a helpless puppy. "Yes, that's right, Thomas," she continued. "I'm going to shit. All. Over. You." With each word, she rubbed her ass from side to side, grinding it against his face.

"Jessi," one of the blonde twins cried out playfully. "You might want to hurry up!"

"Come on..." Thomas prayed silently. "Come on, Jessi, please..."

Finally, he heard a toilet flush, and then the sound of the bathroom door clicking open.

The cute, tomboyish girl stood at the entrance of the airplane toilet, waving her hand in front of her face.

"Whew," Jessi exclaimed. "You will not believe how long it took to clean all of the shit off of my butt! I don't even know how much toilet paper I've used. Gosh, that took forever!"

Thomas felt his heart fill with relief.

Sasha's eyelids lowered, and an expression of relief and pleasure appeared on her cute face, similar to a facial expression one might have after they finally get to rest after a long day.

PLURRTGUURRGL

Her round naked butt exploded violently as it pushed his head back against the seat. Soft poop erupted against his face with ferocity, accompanied by a series of loud bubbling noises. In a fraction of a split second, Thomas' entire face was covered in Sasha's shit. And it just kept coming.