Blowing thick, smelly farts down the throat of this weak-ass bitch boy while I press my full body weight on his pathetic face.
I know youβre imagining pressing your face right up against my thong, taking in every naughty fart I gift you. Right? Mmm π Just picture how loud the next one will be when Iβm sitting on your face. π
Mmmβ¦did you catch that? π¨ Thereβs no telling what will happen once you get me in the mood. π