He covered his face with saran wrap, creating a small cavity inside his mouth for my feces.
“I’m having trouble breathing,” he panted from beneath my buttocks.
“That’s fine,” I responded, gazing down at his pitiful face concealed under my legs, “keep my feces in your mouth regardless.”
“Oh, I almost forgot,” I reminded him, “if it reaches your nostrils, I’ll start tearing a hole in that saran wrap and begin swallowing.”
Without giving him a chance to panic, I immediately released my feces into his mouth as he gasped for air through my buttocks and the saran wrap.