Taking Rye home with me would open so many doors to opportunities for how I can make this big fucking loser really understand what it’s like to be under my bare chocolate ass.
I turn around and look at him getting squished by my two mounds of meat. “Oh, I will most definitely take him home,” I think to myself.
I squeeze my gut one last time as I push out the wettest, bubbliest fart out of all the farts that I have been ripping in poor Ry's face. This is the one to put him to sleep. Before his eyes closed, I could see his eyes starting to tear up, his nose turning bright red like Rudolph, and his face looking absolutely pathetic. The smell was so intoxicating that I even closed my eyes as they started to water, and my nose barely made a sniffle. At night, I get the worst gas, so this must be an early teaser for that. Since it is about 10 p.m. now, I have been indulging in blocking his airways with my gas for a couple of hours. I couldn’t even imagine how late it was. But the later, the better, which means it will be way easier to get this pathetic loser out of this gym.
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