Patrick, the least hygenic of all the brothers, hasn't properly washed in days. When he scoops you up into his giant hand and throws you into his hot, sweaty satin boxers the fleshy, boyish smell that hits you is enough to knock some-one out cold.
You beg and scream for mercy, throwing your arms around and struggling to crawl out of the cruel teen's come-stained shorts. The last thing you see is Patrick's cackling face as he gives you a tiny, mocking wave and snaps the elastic of his shorts shut.
The tight boxers slam your head hard into the skin before you as the dark space you're in closes up and thick, smelly flesh covers your mouth, extinguishing your pitiful screams. You can feel the tip of the giant boy's penis, wet against your cheek. Above, Patrick's moans of ecstacy are getting louder and louder..
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