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>you will never take bianca out to dinner, treating her to an excessive amount of cheap yet delicious mexican takeout and walking her home afterwards, watching her wide hips sway as she tries to hold in her fermenting indigestion despite her bubbly mood
>you will never arrive at her house just as the pressure begins to get too much for her to handle and a single audible toot escapes her clenched buttocks as she reaches for the doorknob, her face flushing a deep red at the sound while she laughs sheepishly and apologizes
>you will never convince her to join you in the bedroom despite her roiling tummyfull of spicy tacos and bubbling salsa, biting her lip at both the pressure in her bowels and the offer of lovemaking and accepting
>you will never convince her to go up the stairs first, smiling and shrugging when she asks if you're sure you don't mind being behind her when she's so volatile and watching those hips intently as a bit more gas squeezes out of her rump and causes her dress to flutter, the odor wafting over you momentarily as you follow her to the bedroom
>you will never initiate makeouts by sliding up behind her and wrapping an arm around her torso, the sudden advance causing her to squeak and lose her focus long enough to release a wet fart against your own stiffening erection, shaft poking her sizable buns and letting her know just what you think of her lewd outbursts
>you will never pull her onto the bed with you and trail kisses down her slender body towards those luscious thighs, listening to her moan as you unclasp her long skirt and let it fall to the side to better bury your face beneath her panties despite the aura of stink surrounding them at this point, arms wrapping around her and teasing at her pube to get her loosened up enough for an unrestrained torrent of putrid fumes to erupt from her pert ass, hot and rank and smelling of eggs, beef and ripe girl ass and straining the seat of her underwear a faint brown with their intensity
