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Taken By Default

... drawl with a distinct tone of disappointment and a hint of boredom. One side in me desperately wanted to please her, while the other fought to maintain a sense of dignity. After a short hesitation, I moved in slowly and placed a cautious kiss on the white fabric covering her left buttock. ‘Come now, I didn’t tell you to peck my ass like it was your auntie’s cheek. Either I get some real passionate ass kissing done, or you can kiss my ass goodbye while you’re down there.’ Just moments ago I had been ready to leave, but now in the face of this broad ass planted firmly in front of my face, I knew I wasn’t ready to let the occasion slip by. I quickly planted a series of long and hard kisses on the stretched fabric in front of me, jumping keenly from cheek to cheek. ‘Lower. Get down lower. And don’t be afraid to kiss my crack, that’s where I like it best.’ I steered my kissing southward, rounding the curve of her protruding ass and tilting my head sideward to reach the bottom of it. I could hear the woman breathing heavily above me and her ass started to move slowly up and down over my lips. ‘I said kiss my crack. Kiss me right in the crack of my ass. Now!’ She didn’t wait. I felt her hand on the back of my head pushing me into her, and before I knew it my nose and lips were wedged deeply into the crease between her buttocks. Even through the fabric I caught a sweetish whiff of her fragrant ass hole aroma, mixed with a hint of sweat and fishy muff. It wasn’t a nice smell, but I ...

... found it sexy and highly stimulating. I kissed her dark depths with unsuspected fervour, driving my face ever deeper into her broad behind. Act III: Where she takes me I didn’t register the sound at first. It seemed like the faint rumbling of a far away thunder storm. It was when I breathed in the bitter foulness that I realized the woman had just farted in my face. I pushed back in disgust, but the hand on my head kept me in place for another burst of toxic gas before I managed to struggle free and dropped onto my back on the floor. ‘W-what did you do that for?’ The woman had turned around, her skirt still crumpled up around her broad waist. She was looking down at me with undisguised anger in her face, her fists on her hips, her elbows pointing outward, her immense bosom swaying back and forth as she fumed with rage. ‘Who said you could stop?’ ‘B-but… you were farting.’ ‘So?’ ‘So? You can’t just fart into people’s faces.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘It’s… it just isn’t done. It’s rude.’ ‘What makes you think you can come in here and tell me what I can and can’t do? I feel like farting in your face, I fart in your face. What are you going to do about that?’ ‘I-I don’t have to stand for it.’ ‘And why should I have to stand for you flashing your dick at me in the bar? Now that’s rude if you ask me.’ ‘B-but… you told me to.’ ‘Cut the crap and get your face back into my ass. I’m not done with you.’ Saying this, she pulled down her briefs, stepped out of them and straddled my head, holding up her ...