"S-should we really be having our rumps pressed up against each other?" Lana asked nervously since she and Mallow were farting on each other which in turn caused their messy methane maker to be sloppier than usual. "I mean we haven't even brought fresh undies...!"
"Oh relax will ya girl?" Mallow reassured above her bassy butt bombers to Lana with her winking. "You didn't object to this before I mentioned it!"
Lana blushed in embarrassment over her bubbly poots that made her cheeks clap. "I didn't realize we would make such a stinky storm of scents..."
"But that's what we do best!" Mallow heartily laughed that made her deep pitched ass ripping all the more potent.