Taylor bit his lip, letting the three rumbly emissions bubble from his bottom. He smothered your adorable face in between his plump cheeks, frowning.
"Come on, John! Don't make me do all the work here!"
The blondie felt his ears go red, glancing at you. His ass pressed against the back of your head.
"I guess..I'd like to get this over with. Sorry, sis."
John looked at the struggling you with pity, blasting your head in a wet bubbler.
"Ghh-"
He tried to keep a straight face, but it felt so nice to let out!
You on the other hand, were thoroughly NOT enjoying this. You wiggled and squirmed, trying to get out of the stinky prison.
"Atta boy, Johnny!" Taylor cheered, slapping the boy on the back.
"Stop."
John pushed out a few more rancid butt belches, covering up his mouth. He was about to smile!
Taylor exchanged a glance with John, than down at you.
"Alright, Jamie! I'll give you a choice here. We can either fart on ya separately, or go together in a big smelly dutch oven!"
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