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While he didn't mind you going up and down on his moist crack, he was getting a little bit nervous from all the gurgling coming from his stomach; that same day he ate a ton of bean dumplings and spicy ramen.

As sweatdrops run down his face and buns, he was holding his farts with all his might. He finally gave in and a loud and bassy gas blasted right in front of your face . The stink was foul and masculine, all the filth from the sweat and musk and his flatulences where a whole new experience fou your nose and tongue.

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