You thought that this possibly couldn't get any worse, until you realize that he was taking off his pants. First his denim jeans, then his plaid boxers until he was mooning you with his bare ass. He lowered it down and you managed to jump out of the way. Unfortunately, your right foot was pressed under his left butt cheek and could not budge it. "You are not escaping from me little buddy. Not until you meet my precious, butt!" Brandon firmly grabbed you by the waist and leaned forward. He forcefully pushed you into the cushion and instantly plopped his butt down on you.
Your arms were pinned to the ground underneath each cheek and all you could look into was his buttcrack. His perspiration completely drenched your body and the stench was much worse than it was with his pants on. Now that he has you where he wants you, Brandon uses both of his hands to pry open each butt cheek, making it so that they were spread apart and that you were forced to see his butthole. It was directly above your face and you wish for all your might that he would not blow another one. Brandon continued to giggle like a school girl. What happens now?
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