the overwhelming stench of unwashed musk fills your nose as you stare up at the giant rod. you had a few questions run through your mind; how did you get here, why are you here, and most importantly what do you do? Seems you don't have long to decide as a giant triangle of a hand reaches into the pants and starts to stroke the cock, you step back to avoid the hand but trip on the giant balls you had been standing on. You fall back and slip under the sweaty balls, right into his taint. There you are, squished between the pink ballsack of the stupidest person in bikini bottom and his greasy asshole that now overwhelms you more than the musk and sweat. You feel Patrick shifting, what's going on?
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