You shoved Harry to the ground and kept him there with one hand, with the other you peeled off your jeans and dirty boxers immediately made a small choking noise from the heatwave of stink coming from the clothing and marvelled at the briwn skid marks on the underwear. You leered at Harrison and he whimpered. "You used to do this to me, I remember." You drawled, sitting on Harry's face, his nose deep inside your crack. You sighed with relief as a fart that sounded like a drill made your buttcheeks vibrate and Harry groan.
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