Imagine these cute and sharp nails that Vance has wrapped around your ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ง๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐.
Marci stepping into the kitchen, spotting that massive Round ass, blasting out those Paint-peelers, a bludge forming in her shorts.
'Hey uhh blair..you got any juice in there...?'
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all fart cushions learn to spread the smell of their lord.~ witnessing such wonderful farts bubbling out his ass so loudly fumigating the room and fanning it around.~ whatโs that~? You want to be in that spot~? Ha~!
โ oh, whatโs the matter? Canโt handle the smell of my ass now that Iโm back to my natural state? Donโt make me fucking laugh.โ
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โ smell that? Know what, fuck that. You taste it? Taste that in your fucking throat. Fucking fart pig. Make me sick!โ
nothing special but heโs just pushing out any held in gas .~ donโt breathe it in, youโll choke and gag.~ unless of course you like being weak under the stink of those shit-fogs steaming out his cheeks and hold bubbling out his asscheeks.~