You thanked god that Paul had showered, because the idea of being stuck in his sweaty arse otherwise would have been insufferable, much as you loved him. This was still a terrible, horrific situation to be in but at least the stench wasn't too bad. There was precious little room to maneuver but you used that to your advantage as you screamed into the void in panic, hitting the sides of the arse crack as hard as you could, hoping to get some reaction.
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