Gura couldn't wait! Anon was making her favorite meal. It had been brewing for weeks now, and she was growing impatient. "Grub's up!" Anon yelled, squatting over Gura's face. Gura opened her mouth as a torrent of chunky delicious brown brew erupted from Anon's hairy unwashed anus, filling her. Gura loved the tangy taste, the texture of the fetid chunks on her tongue, and the foul scent of the brown brew. She savored the extra burst of flavor provided from chewing the larger chunks while the brown liquid flowed across her tongue, down her throat, and into her belly. Not even Watson's brown brew could compete with Anon's. The flavor was on a completely different level. Gura then locked her lips to Anon's anus, sticking her tongue deep inside to search for every last chunk of brew to ingest into her stomach. After all was said and done, it was Anon's turn for Gura's brown brew.