For a moment Scott's hopes soared. Finally he was going to be released from this smelly prison. He didn't know what he'd do once Kiana took off her booty shorts
for the shower but at least he'd be free!
"Nah, I gotta get home right away. But I'll catch up with you later!" Kiana told her coworker. Scott's hopes sunk. He looked at the smelly brown hole in front
of him. Kiana's anus was still soaked in sweat, as was Scott. He gave one more attempt at loosening himself form Kiana's firm butt checks, but the seam of her
tight booty shorts kept him firmly in place. The effort was worthless. He was stuck. Scott let out a big sigh.
Kiana was in a hurry to get home, because her favorite show was set to premier. Although she could tivo it, Kiana preferred her shows live, feeling like she was
participating in the unfolding of the story. She jumped in the car, and headed home. Once she was on the highway, Kiana let out a sigh, saying to herself
"finally, some me time."
Kiana didn't mind being sweaty, in fact a fresh yoga session always got her rather, well, horny. And during this particular yoga session, there was a certain
tingle in her ass that made her senses go wild. "If only Scott could go back there and give me some fun," Kiana thought to herself. "no, he's my best friends
boyfriend, off limits." Still the thought of Scott pleasuring her ass made her smile shortly, before she quickly stuffed the thought out of her head. She gave
her ass a good clench in excitement, and then turned the radio on for a distraction.
Scott was in despair. Despite the daydreams he'd once had, focused on the very ass in front of him, he never thought anything would be like this. Plus he'd
always felt guilty for those thoughts, giving his girlfriend and all. But now Kiana's slimy warm ass was his prison. Scott could tell Kiana was in her car now,
as she sat down her anus pushed closer to him, and her cheeks squeezed tighter. "Great," thought Scott. Suddenly the walls around him tighetend together and
pressed his body directly onto Kiana's anus. "Why is she clenching now?" Scott just accepted his fate.
Afterwhat seemed like an eternity to Scott, Kiana arrived home. Just as she was about to enter her house, however, Scott heard a low rumbling. "That Mexican
food..." Kiana could be heard muttering. She stopped, paused, and let out a humongous fart. FRPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT. The wind shot past Scott's face, hot, rancid,
and smelling slightly of beans. "O, Kiana, omg, how????"
"ahh that was a good fart," thought Kiana. Being alone certainly has its benefits. Kianas show was about to start. She had to make a decision fast, expell that
mexican food and miss the opening credits or skip the bathroom, plop herself on the couch for a gassy night.
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