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A lightbulb goes off in his head, and his giant smirk turns evil as he looks down at you in his hand. He pulls the waistband of his boxers down, spreads his cheeks, and holds you in front of his asshole. You can feel yourself sweating as you look into the dark abyss, the smell from his dirty, unwashed hold giving you a headache. You hear his stomach rumble and he laughs.
"I think it's only fair that I return the favor "little bro"," he says, bringing you right up to his hole. "And you know how my stomach gets when I've been nervous and upset...and after what you've done to me this morning, you can only imagine what that's done to my insides. What do you say we find out?"
His stomach rumbles one more time before he unleashes a monster fart, worse than anything I had in me this morning. The huge gust of wind had my hair flying everywhere, the smell bad enough to kill an animal. It lasted for only five seconds, but felt like days had gone by.
"Whew, that was pretty wicked," he chuckles, waving a hand in front of his nose. "Too bad for you that's only the beginning. I've got so much more planned for you."
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