Mexican Bukake.
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 17
by
Bobob1
Though disapointed, you weren't at all suprised that you've already been forgotten. Your oblivious aunt clapped excitedly as she followed your mother toward the kitchen with a slight bounce in her step. Each time sending violent ripples and wobbles throughout her body as her massive ghetto booty flailed and thrashed violently, her globular assmeat grinding and pounding you firmer against her eager asshole, as her cavernous booty crack was absolutely caked with her swamp ass.
Betty released a ecstatic coo as the naughty itch in her rear emerged, completely oblivious that the source was her tormented nephew trying to free himself from her gas chamber. Betty responded by adding some more sway to her hips, making sure her bulbous buttmeat clapped against her hole even rougher as she flexed her oiled shithole as they both continued their walk. Betty accidentally releasing a few booty belches along with the flexing, filling your prison with her potent stink.
As her breathing grew more and more intense, Betty found it increasingly more difficult to focus on the imminent mexican feast with her beloved sister. As she reached her hand behind her back and shoved it inside her slimy, sweaty buttcrack.
You just watched in horror as a brief sliver of light entered your tomb, only to be replaced by your aunts finger as it rammed into your pathetic shape, smearing it into her puffy asshole as she let out embarassingly audible groans of stimulation while she smeared her nephews face against her grimey backdoor, all while her farthole continued to flex and jab against her finger.
You wished you didn't possess the increased durability so your life could just end right here, but unfortunately life isn't fair, and soon enough your aunts finger disapeared from her booty crack as her cheeks resumed their intense clapping.
Entering the kitchen, Mary was quick to toss the mexican food in the oven while Betty made her way to the kitchen table. Grasping the back of a chair as she pulled it back. "Ungh.... Just smelling that is giving me the shits." Betty hungrily licked her plump lips as she squatted her fat behind, plunging it onto the wooden chair as painful groans and creaking was heard beneath her expansive behind.
As she squatted, she flexed her glutes, which made her already skintight yoga pants struggle to stay on as they slid down her wide, generous hips, dropping halway down her thighs. As Betty was sitting bottomless on the kitchen chair, completely oblivious.
Found, but Doomed.
As her recent farts had dislodged you somewhat from her backdoor, Betty finally manages to free you completely from her ass. Though your body had been beaten so furiously that neither her or your mother recognized you. Though Betty was quick to identify you as some kind of "Gel" which originally caused her so much pleasure.
Gassed to Freedom.
Inhaling through her nose, Betty felt her stomach groan and rumble as she expelled one of her more potent farts. The sheer force searing you free from her asshole as it shoots you out from her buttcrack, sending you flying.
Brace for Impact.
Your mom eventually pulls out stacks of mexican food from the oven and serves it. While Betty continuously struggle with that delightful itch.
Betty released a ecstatic coo as the naughty itch in her rear emerged, completely oblivious that the source was her tormented nephew trying to free himself from her gas chamber. Betty responded by adding some more sway to her hips, making sure her bulbous buttmeat clapped against her hole even rougher as she flexed her oiled shithole as they both continued their walk. Betty accidentally releasing a few booty belches along with the flexing, filling your prison with her potent stink.
As her breathing grew more and more intense, Betty found it increasingly more difficult to focus on the imminent mexican feast with her beloved sister. As she reached her hand behind her back and shoved it inside her slimy, sweaty buttcrack.
You just watched in horror as a brief sliver of light entered your tomb, only to be replaced by your aunts finger as it rammed into your pathetic shape, smearing it into her puffy asshole as she let out embarassingly audible groans of stimulation while she smeared her nephews face against her grimey backdoor, all while her farthole continued to flex and jab against her finger.
You wished you didn't possess the increased durability so your life could just end right here, but unfortunately life isn't fair, and soon enough your aunts finger disapeared from her booty crack as her cheeks resumed their intense clapping.
Entering the kitchen, Mary was quick to toss the mexican food in the oven while Betty made her way to the kitchen table. Grasping the back of a chair as she pulled it back. "Ungh.... Just smelling that is giving me the shits." Betty hungrily licked her plump lips as she squatted her fat behind, plunging it onto the wooden chair as painful groans and creaking was heard beneath her expansive behind.
As she squatted, she flexed her glutes, which made her already skintight yoga pants struggle to stay on as they slid down her wide, generous hips, dropping halway down her thighs. As Betty was sitting bottomless on the kitchen chair, completely oblivious.
Found, but Doomed.
As her recent farts had dislodged you somewhat from her backdoor, Betty finally manages to free you completely from her ass. Though your body had been beaten so furiously that neither her or your mother recognized you. Though Betty was quick to identify you as some kind of "Gel" which originally caused her so much pleasure.
Gassed to Freedom.
Inhaling through her nose, Betty felt her stomach groan and rumble as she expelled one of her more potent farts. The sheer force searing you free from her asshole as it shoots you out from her buttcrack, sending you flying.
Brace for Impact.
Your mom eventually pulls out stacks of mexican food from the oven and serves it. While Betty continuously struggle with that delightful itch.
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April 23, 2025
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