It Stinks. Xxnx Lips part slightly. She hates it so, so much. Shelly has been seduced by her smelly cravings. Feast. They have worked right up until the end of Shelly’s brain. Squeaky-squeaky-twitch-twitch, squeaky-squeaky-twitch-twitch, squeaky-squeaky-twitch-twitch, squeaky-squeaky-twitch-twitch! Chunks of Paella slop between her thighs with moist squidges. The Paella sludging up her hot sweaty pussy stinks off it. The face withdraws from the loving caress of the Paella with a gentle squelch. She knows nought but the need to feed, and feed, and feed. The lips are a wide O shape. Head pushes deeper. She breathes but so rarely, her breaths all full of deep, wet, kinky pleasure. Sniff. The Master strokes his wet cock over this kinky lickle thought. So good. Hands claw. Squeaky-squeaky-twitch-twitch, squeaky-squeaky-twitch-twitch, squeaky-squeaky-twitch-twitch, squeaky-squeaky-twitch-twitch! The face is slimed with a thick coat of Paella.
