"Ha! ROYAL FLUSH!", James yelled to Logan, revealing his deck
"GAHHH!", Logan yelled out at his losing cards
"You know what that means, right Logie?", James teased, "I get to fart on your face AND you have to do my laundry."
"Why?!?!", Logan cried out
"Don't be a baby, Logan", James snapped, "A deal's a deal".
James suddenly jumped onto the sturdy poker table and walked smoothly over to Logan's side. He was striding along wearing the blue jeans, and a black muscle shirt making him look extra tough. James then spun around in front of Logan, who was still sitting on his chair, and squatted over us face. His big ass was enshrouding Logan's complete vision. Logan rolled his eyes at his cruel fate.
"Put your face in my hot ass, Logie", the pretty boy said
"Ugh......No?", Logan winced at the beefy butt in front of him
"Too bad. A deal is a deal. If you don't hold up your half of the deal, I'm calling the other guys to help me out then. And before you stick your face up in my bubble butt, I have a little welcoming present for you".
James then grunted and farted a really nasty one in front of Logan's face. Logan started coughing out loud, but it wasn't long before James was getting tired of Logan's incompliance. He grabbed Logan's head and smashed it into his denim covered butt. He then wiggled his ass all over Logan's face, treating it like toilet paper and letting out the occasional fart. After a few minutes, James hopped off the table, letting Logan breathe fresh air.
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