You wanted to run, but were paralyzed with fear as the heavyset man approached you. He grinned wickedly, “Hope you’re ready for this.” He said, pushing you down on the floor and turning around, pulling down his shorts to expose his nasty, sweaty crack.
You’re too terrified to speak as he wiggles his butt a few times, before suddenly jumping backward, his fat ass dropping onto your face, smothering you. The heavy weight immediately dropping hurts, but the smell is even worse. You can hear him chuckling, and feel him grinding his ass on your face, as if he’s trying to get comfortable. Finally, he stops, and rips a pungent fart on your nose with a laugh, “Now I want you to do a good job cleaning that crack boy.” He says maliciously, farting again, “Hope you don’t mind the smell.”
You could barely stand it. You try to protest, but your cries are muffled under his rear, “If you do a good job, I might even let you go.” You were sickened, not wanting to tongue this guy’s nasty, farting ass, but you’re being suffocated by the stink. You ready yourself, and reluctantly start licking, listening to Rikishi moan, ‘Oh yeah, boy. That’s great.” He rips another loud fart in your mouth, making you almost want to puke, but you muscle through, and keep licking his dirty,, disgusting hole, hoping he lets you go soon.
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