Description: If you're not going to come to class but want notes from Paris Marie, she's going to make you work for it. He learns the hard way as Paris enthusiastically thrusts her rear, that is barely contained in those washed jeans, into his nose and face. Muffled in sound but certainly not taste, he cops the full brunt of her degrading gusts. Motivated by the prospect of notes, he forces his innocent face into the crevasse of her tight pants and tries his best to ignore his natural reflex to turn away. Her last meal becomes painfully obvious with the poignant aroma of broccoli and beef filling the air around them. Shuffling into a new position on the table, Paris lets out louder, more bassy farts than she had done before. It's as if she wasn't restricted by pants! After minutes of torture and no escape, it's safe to assume that skipping class will be a thing in the past. Nice job Mrs Marie!