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"They sound so weird in your - HNRK! - mouth!"
thick, hot, muffled farts forcing their way down my throat; each swallow allowing more to fill my drenched cheeks. my eyes begin to water - the rank taste of badger gas practically ensuring I won't taste anything else for a week.
the last of the 3 ych slots I took on! pleasure to work with everyone, it was fun seeing how everyone wanted something a bit different out of it~