After taking a few hours off of Carlos' face, James enjoyed a few hours working out while allowing Carlos' unconscious face to get some fresh air. Then . . .
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT!!!!!!!!!
Carlos snapped back into consciousness and hit his head against James' smelly beef. He fell back after hitting the two massive glutes and heard James' maniacle laugh.
"Did I wake you?" James asked, and then sat his floppy ass down on Carlos' hot face. "Going somewhere? Not so fast."
"Oooooh, you had some really spicy food in the fridge," James laughed. "It does not agree with me. Haha!"
"You ate my food?" Carlos shouted, but his angry rants were muffled against James' muscular buttocks.
The hot latino suffered immensely beneath James' butt, forced to eat the gas escaping James' skunk hole. James only smiled as Carlos suffered. He was now assured that his strength greatly surpassed that of Carlos.
"You know, bitch, it gets lonely at the top," James said.
Carlos struggled beneath James' ass, and punched the sides of James' meaty prison with no prevail. James laughed at Carlos' useless efforts and bounced up and down on Carlos' golden face.
"Now, tough guy, as I was saying," James explained, "I think we need to add a few more players to our little game. I think . . ."
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