Mr. Welling scrunched his face, feeling the slight pressure in his ass. Not taking his eyes off the road, he lifted his ass a bit, causing the tight skinny jeans to construct around his bubble butt and junk. He pushed and felt a gust of wind exit his pucker
Inside Mr.Welling's briefs, the fart had an unexpected effect, because you were pushed right against his hole, the opening of it forced you inside. You began to panic, and gasped for air, though quickly gagged, as it was foul and rancid, you slowly got to your feet and walked over to his hole. It was sealed tight, and your knew it wasn't about to open, his tight jeans, while making his ass look extra sexy, kept it tightly closed
Outside, Mr Welling ran his hand through his wavey blond hair, grimacing. He knew he had forgotten to take a shower. He always forgot that. Cursing to himself, he continued his drive home.
Inside Welling's bowels, you decided to pass the time by exploring your teacher. You had often stared at his ass in class, and now you were actually inside it! You marveled at the sights, feeling like a tourist. You could hear his heart beating, and the rush of air as he breathed. His walls contracted and pulsed with each breath, quietly gurgling. The remains of your teacher's meals were slowly piling up in here, and were getting bigger, the farther in your went.
Outside, Mr Welling pulled up to his house and and headed inside. The movement of his walking jostled you around a bit, and made some new waste move into his rectum. You could tell he had recently eaten some corn
Me Welling hoped into the shower, grateful yo be clean again. He was looking forward to this evening, but why?
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