"Rub your face in my ass," Puck said, as he slowly lowered his jeans, which hugged his ass so tightly. You were right about his ass, slightly hairy with an intensified stench once the denim was out of the way. "Now, you little bitch, let's play."
Puck shoved his ass back into your face and grabbed the back of your head. He rubbed you up and down his hairy crack like a cleaning rag, farting between wipes to really give you that full on Puck stink experience.
You begin to sob at the stench burning your eyes, and desperately want to leave the porta potty. But your nightmare worsens when Puck suffocates you in his manly gas, completely cutting you off from any fresh air.
"You crying?" Puck asks. "Wimpy bitch, can't even handle a little Puck stink? You know what I do to wimps like you?"
Puck then bashes your face in with his massively meaty glutes. When Puck sees the spit knocked from your mouth and hears you groan from the impact, he smiles at the impressiveness that even his ass possesses. Puck's awesomeness knew no limits, so his strong ass beating the crap out of you on its own was definately proof of that. Being Puckzilla and being the toughest guy on the football team did wonders for his glutes.
"Now bitch, when it comes to bitches like you, the best thing to do is . . ."
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