Waltz gets inside Blanc’s apartment disguised as a mexican maid. He watches as Tryptamine makes out with her on the couch. She was only wearing panties by now and they were drenched wet. As the stud he is, he picks her by the hand and moves to their bedroom. Waltz follows, pretending to do more cleaning while keeping a close look.
By now, she is on all four like a doggo, her big thic freckled ass upwards facing Waltz. The smell was inebriating, so much it made his cock gush pre-cum all over her sleepy Shiba-Unu.
Tryp lays on the bed like a king, with his flaccid alcohol cock in her mouth as she chewed like bubble gum. She was distracted enough for Waltz to slippery move in, and pull her panties down.
His face became enlightened like he had opened Julius and Vincent briefcase in Pulp Fiction movie. His eyes gazed her rugged wrinkled browneye. It looked even better than what he dreamed with. The best part was the drip đź’§ of sweat rolling down due to the heat, it was summer time, and her hole was probably the warmest part of her body. Waltz used the tip of his tongue to slowly catch that shit juice to be followed by a massage right over. Her rim felt rough, and had an earthy and muddy taste attached to it. Fuck, it felt good, she definitely had some eggs and bacon for breakfast that morning.
Blanc knew it was Waltz all along, she just pretended to ignore him on purpose. Classic Blanc move. She turned her head to watch his face stuck between her cheeks. She squirmed and gave a naughty smile with the corner of her lips. Her eyebrows frowned as she murmured for him “ Have a treat..”
The silent room was interrupted by the loudest brap Waltz had ever heard a girl rip. He was almost thrown against the wall by the sheer force of Blanc’s rectum contraction. The smell raped his lungs in such a way that he couldn’t no longer resist, and blasted his milk all over her Shiba, who was now very awake watching everything with a boner. She would later find out it was a gay dog.
