When you’ve been beatin’ up the pussy and you finally sling some batter. As your abdominal muscles begin to relax, you can feel gases rush towards the exit door like a fat kid chasing the ice cream man. Just then, you fart so hard you tear a hole in your prison wallet.
“Bruh...what did you eat?”
“No brah. It’s not what I ate. It’s who I banged. Pussy was so good she gave me post-orgasm flatulence.”
“No brah. It’s not what I ate. It’s who I banged. Pussy was so good she gave me post-orgasm flatulence.”
by CrushDiddy October 3, 2020