" Unnie, that's NOT funny ! " Zoey whined, kicking her feet . She puffed out her cheeks adorably and gave Mira's shoulder a few little slaps before crossing her arms with a big, dramatic hmph .
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Zoey recoiled her head backwards in a burst of laughter, so hard it made herself snort like a pig - causing her to laugh even harder.
Grabbing a pillow and slamming her face in it, still cackling like a hyena. Her feel kicking into the cushions as if she was paddling in water +
'cause I was so happy to meet them . Do you know how hard it is to fake happy tears while you're literally on the verge of death ?! "
Zoey rolled her eyes, but her pout was already fading . With a sigh, she flopped over, rested her head on Mira, and curled up beside her like a +
like she could scrape the taste off . " Blegh, it tastes as bad as it smells ! Between the lactose and the IBS, your butt could take out a demon ! Forget the swords, we should just point THAT at the Gwi-Ma ! "
She punctuated it with a playful slap to Mira's ass before giggling .
Zoey snorted out a giggle at Mira's comment, flicking a stray snack crumb off her shirt . That's when she noticed Mira plopping down beside her with that smirk . The mischievous one . And the way she was slowly lifting her ass into the air, right beside Zoey's head .
" WAIT ! +
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Mira plopped herself onto her belly next to Zoey, looking back at her with a devious smirk, the one where you know something vile was about to happen.
Slowly raising her rear into the air +
confusing second before curdling into something thick and sour that clung to the back of her throat .
She broke into a fit of coughing and gagging, waving both hands frantically in front of her face .
" EWWW ! My mouth was open, unnie !! " she wheezed, sticking her tongue out +
out to join it, a thick, humid cloud of post-show funk and every convenience-store snack she'd inhaled before curtain call .
" Ooof . . . okay, that one had some reverb on it . " She giggled .
" Tell me about it, Mira . I've been holdin' these in since sound check . "
Speaking of sound, Zoey shifted on the couch and dropped another deep, bassy bomb from her bottom, rumbling right through the cushions like a subwoofer at max volume . Seconds later, the smell crept +
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She isnβt the only one out of the three relieving her gut from their performance .
Mira, adjacent across the room from her lyricist, letting out not very rhythmic ripples from her tight hugged crack .
β Dude- Iβve been holding these in all night . . . β
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Don't mind Zoey . . . she's just letting out all those pent-up poots after their last performance .
The concert may be over, but her ass is still droppin' bars .
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While sheβs not on tour, Mira doesnβt need to watch her diet as much since sheβs not preforming.
This leads to her constantly feasting on spicy ramen. Feeding on more than two bowls is enough to make her ass blow sloppy bubbles for hours on end . . .
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