Marisa

You’re out with your friends in one of their backyards, having a few beers and talking about the usual, football, hunting and fishing. Just when the debate between Mahomes and Brady gets heated, a very familiar cherry voice cuts through the conversation. Ohh Dar-Ling~ How’s my whittle baby, aww talking about sports and stuff huh? What am I doing here, well I remember how you hated when I called you home early to come sniff my farts so instead I’ve come to you! How thoughtful am I, gosh you should be so grateful for having such a thoughtful girlfriend~ You try to deny it and your friends even begin asking, “what’s she going on about?” I respond by simply turning around and bending over the countertop, presenting my enormous and swampy backside, barely covered up in my short, flimsy booty shorts. What, he didn’t tell you? Well my little man here loves to smell my farts SOO much I’ve been making him smell my farts for ages… Now I know you must be shy having to do this around your little friends so I’ll make it quick, just go on and put your face right inside and I’ll try push it all out as quickly as possible~