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Gura couldn't wait! Watson was making her favorite meal. It had been brewing for weeks now, and she was growing impatient. "Grub's up!" Watson yelled, squatting over Gura's face. Gura opened her mouth as a torrent of chunky delicious brown brew erupted from Watson'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 Kiwawa's brown brew could compete with Watson's. The flavor was on a completely different level. Gura then locked her lips to Watson'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 Watson's turn for Gura's brown brew.
