Josh mounted your face with his beefy mounds, coating your face in his foul sweat. The potent stench of salt and the strong meat of his ass weakened you.
"Now, towel bitch, I guess I'm gonna have to wipe my sweat ass on you."
He then grinded his smooth, oversized bubble all over your face. Up and down, you were weakened as Josh renderred you powerless to the might of his freshly squatted ass.
You saw nothing as you were forced to close your eyes as Josh squashed you. Whenever he lifted his ass and briefly allowed you to open your eyes, all you saw were his two plump ass cheeks getting ready to plough your face again.
"You're a dirty little towel bitch, aren't you. Maybe I oughta . . ."
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