Justin grins as he grabs you by the hair and drops you down the back of his boxers, wet from sweat produced during his basketball game. You slide right down and into his ass cheeks, held firmly in place as he closes them around you. He grunts and unleashes a massive, wet fart onto you which nearly makes you puke, and he laughs at the torture you're in. He slides on his G-Star Raw jeans, and buckles them up, before fixing his hair with the famous hair swoop, and heading out to the court. You move around in his ass, being pushed further and further inside as Justin gets comfortable into his court-side seats, and begins cheering on the players infront of him. His stomach growls constantly during the match, and an excess buildup of gas flies out of his rear, blasting you with gail-force winds reeking of his McDonalds from earlier that day. A bet of wetness sputters onto your face and you scream in disgust at it.
At the end of the game, Justin gets up and high fives his buddies, before going out the back of the stadium, and getting into his Fisker car. You are totally confused to where you are, as Justin flies down the highway, eager to get back to his new L.A pad to break you in as his new slave. The car quickly reeks of his farts, and Justin gags on them, saying "Ahh man those babies are nasty" everything he blows a fart onto you followed by a long laugh.
Justin eventually pulls into his gated driveway, and then gets out of his car. He runs inside and upstairs, and unknown to you, you are about to...
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