"Right here, little Brad." your coach is still grinning, and now he's pressing his tight stomach into you, and you can feel it gurgle.
"Your stomach? What, you wanna fucking make out with me or something?"
He laughs, "Oh no, Brad, I'm gonna fucking put you in your place, and it's gonna be fucking permanent."
He leans forward again, and belches directly in your face, that terrible stench washing over you again, "It's gonna be nice and warm, and you can fight me all you want there but in the end, you'll be what I want you to be."
You're getting nervous, this guy's crazy...
He grins even wider, disturbingly so, "Shit."
"Whaa... eeew!" You start and then sputter as the coach LICKS YOUR FACE! "FUCKING GROSS!"
"MM I'm gonna enjoy this, Brad."
"What the fuck are you..."
Your coach begins to grin, wider, wider, and wider still. His mouth stretches impossibly wide, and then suddenly it opens into an impossible dark abyss
You start to scream, but the coach lunges forward and your mouth is filled with his sloppy tongue as your entire face is crammed into his mouth!
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