Hearing 'good Boy, Good Boy, Good Boy, Good Boy' Chanted Breathlessly Over And Over While They're Ruthlessly

hearing 'good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy' chanted breathlessly over and over while they're ruthlessly pounding you into the mattress. thats it thats the post

I want my face to be a gaming chair for a cute, pretty guy for hours. Absolutely butt naked and has the case of swampass. Like,,, he'll just sweat, binge eat whatever or drink something while both of my arms and legs are spread and tied to each side of the bed so that I don't get myself off at all. Maybe I did cum untouched. Maybe I didn't until last minute. And he's just sitting on top of me while my nose is being destroyed with each putrid "PFFFBBRBRBBBBT". His sweat and ass musk fucking reeks. It just feels steamy and my face is overall getting hotter by the minute. He even forces me to take his farts down my throat so that when he is in a call with his friends, they don't question him. Hopefully they don't hear me gagging on it. Or moaning of pure bliss.

Bonus: Anytime he rips ass and his controller vibrates, he presses it against my clit to tease me and make me whine.

Masturbating to ur own puke videos is so mmmmmm

Goddamn. I've been eating greasy bar foods and drinking so much beer and cider over the last three days that my guts are completely shot. Wish I could take someone who appreciates it on a trip like this...

Day one my girlfriend and I went around to some natural attractions down further into the state, having gas station food all morning, then settled in to a hotel, ate pizza and wings to pregame a long night drinking at a cidery, then ubered back to the hotel where they had a bar, drank even more, ate mozzarella sticks, and passed out.

Usually after a night out my stomach lets go right when I wake up, but I was completely stopped up and started to bloat. Biscuits and gravy for breakfast, then the pub crawl began at 11am, and we drank all day long. Chili cheese fries, chocolate dipped cheesecake, pierogis, so much grease, yet my stomach simply gets more and more bloated...

We finally get home, after a long two days, another cider in and I can feel my bowels begin to quake. I rush my ass to the bathroom and let loose what feels like fifty pounds of liquid shit, and I can tell it's just the first wave.

Day three is punctuated by these blasts of rancid shit while we just sit at home, drinking cider, eating street tacos and ramen noodles and pizza rolls, and now, day four, it shows no signs of stopping. I'm in gut hell, but finally alone enough to REALLY enjoy it... masturbating on the toilet while I work my way through these waves of diarrhea, relishing every belch and fart... it's divine.

spoiler it got worse I kept gagging . You can hear how wet my burps of gags get turned in or should I go God I wish I had someone could rub my tummy. 

the idea of someone shoving their fingers down my throst and making me puke.... hrgehgrhh