Rachel settles down, and blasts your face with a burst of hot gas. Good god, you could swear they get worse the more she blows.
You feel the long, hot, smelly hours drag by. Six hours, if you count the number of shows properly.
Rachel's phone rings. She answers it, listens for a moment, then: "Alright. Sounds good. See you guys then - love ya both!" She ends the call and tosses the phone onto the coffee table. "That was Taylor and John. They're went up to some cottage with some friends.We're alone for the weekend." she says with a devilish giggle.
You roll your eyes, and try to breath as little as possible.
"Hey," Rachel whines, "you're not sucking up my bum fumes! We'll have to fix that!"
Your heart quickens as she reaches down to your waist and pulls your T-shirt up above your boobs. She pulls your bra down off your two plump breasts, and takes one nipple between two fingers.
She tightens her fingers to a pinch and twists it - while simultaneously ripping massive one.
You gasp at the sharp pain, and involuntarily take in a huge breath of the aerosolized poison.
Rachel laughs loudly, "Ahh, too good." she says as she continues to idly twist your nipples, causing you to yip at each turn.
"I think I shit myself a little on that last one, sis. And since I'm a good little sister; I'll make you a deal - and you even get choices: I'll let you go if you lick my bare ass clean." She says as she rubs her big butt into your face. "Or," she says in a sing-song voice, "you can stay down there."
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