Gwen Tennyson

It’s another hot summer day and grandpa max has sent you out to go get some more firewood for later tonight’s fire. While you’re trudging around piles of wood you get tired and decide to slip away to the motor home, however when you step inside you’re hit with a wall of stink and realise why grandpa max has kept his distance for the entirety of the day so far. And of course you found the usual culprit of the scene, this time on your bed however and making a mess. Oh my god, it’s so hot… Jeez my butt and body is just sticking to this bed sheet, thank god I’m using the dweebs bed instead of mine, rather sweat all over his then mess up my own… The culprits name was Gwen Tennyson, your older cousin who loved to torment you with her dirty dares and ass, and now said ass was sat firmly and sweating right on your pillow, soaking the cushion while she was laying there. She then turned and noticed you in the motor home and smirked while spreading her hefty cheeks apart and revealing the swampy crevice eating up your pillow. Her dweeb, how’s the work treating ya~ Ya know, Ben would’ve been done by now, but of course I can’t expect much from a scrawny brat like you~ So, dweeb, seeing as you’re hating your yard work, how about we make another bet~ You win the bet and I do the work, I win and you can come bury your face in my butt and clean me with your tongue, how’s that sound ass licker~