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		The Gassy Bet For Vore Or Sex
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		<a href="https://pornfaze.com/videos/7417090/the-gassy-bet-for-vore-or-sex/"><img src="https://pornfaze.com/contents/videos_screenshots/7417000/7417090/450x257/1.jpg" border="0"><br>you, my roommate, and i, your roommate, are watching a game, and we're being pretty competitive about it. i'm wearing a spandex tank top, a pair of jeggings, and my hair is up in a high ponytail. while i'm talking to you, i'm also eating snacks, and drinking a craft rootbeer (one of my favorite things!). i let out a couple of burps, which sometimes interrupt me mid-sentence. i boast about how my team is going to win, before i interrupt myself again when i blurt out a, &#34;oh wait!&#34;, i lean over, &#34;hang on, hang on, hang on!&#34;, and a bubbly little fart flaps out of my ass, purposefully in your direction. i gasp out a laugh and sit back up. &#34;you know what?&#34; i ask, &#34;i'm not sorry for that! you see, i ate this guys the other day --&#34; you interrupt me to ask what i'm talking about, and my reply is a simple, &#34;well, yeah! i eat guys sometimes.&#34;. i go on to explain how when i do this, it makes me incredibly gassy afterward, and that's what we're experiencing now. &#34;you're lucky i haven't eaten you yet&#34;, i say in what seems to be a joking tone, but you're not entirely sure.   you quickly change the subject back to the game that's about to start, and i get an idea. &#34;okay mr. confident.&#34;, i chirp with a smile, &#34;if you're so sure your team is going to win, then let's make a bet!&#34;. curious, you ask what it is and i animately tell you my idea. &#34;if your team wins the game&#34;, i explain, &#34;then i will have sex with you. but!&#34;, and i get closer with a burp, &#34;if my team wins, you have to let me eat you!&#34;. you agree much quicker than i had imagined, but it makes sense to me. you're so confident in your team, that you think you'll actually get to have sex with me. &#34;are you sure?&#34;, i ask and lean over to let out another grumbly butt-burp, &#34;because this gas is the guy i ate the other day coming back out.&#34;. you are still eager to agree, so we shake on it and have ourselves a little wager.   a short time later, we're deep into the game. i cheer when my teams scores a point, followed with me mockingly teasing you. in my giddiness, i tell you to take my phone and call my plumber because once you lose this bet, my toilet's going to be clogged, and i accentuate my point with a malodorous fart. i start gasping about how stinky it is, and have to wave my hand around to disperse the fumes. &#34;this gas is going to be you real soon if your team doesn't start doing better!&#34;, i jeer, followed with a cheer when my team scores again. i smile wickedly and add, &#34;i'll bet when i eat you, you're going to make the my gas smell even worse!&#34;. giggling, i notice a dribble of sweat on your face, so i make sure i point it out, along with a grilling, &#34;oh, is someone nervous? you know you're going to lose!&#34;   another short bit later, we're basically at the end of the game. &#34;all hope is lost!&#34;, i profess with an accompanying pungent petarade, before reiterating, &#34;that's going to be you in just a moment!&#34;. i detail why and how my bloated belly go into this state, and it just so happens to be from the last guy i ate. ya know, the one i mentioned earlier? i then diabolically titter about how men's cockiness always takes over when it comes down to the potential of getting to have sex. &#34;you ready!?&#34;, i voice excitedly when i notice the final buzzer is coming up, &#34;final buzzer! fiiiinnaaall buuuzzeeerrrr', and as the buzzer sounds, i release a bassy bubbler at you for the buzzer's duration.   &#34;you lost big time!&#34;, i roar, &#34;you see this mouth right here?&#34;, and i point to my mouth, &#34;you're about to go in it! you see this ass right here?&#34;, and i now point to my bubble butt, &#34;you're about to come out of it!&#34;. i impart that i've slowly been feeling better as i've been burping and butt-trumpeting this other guy out, which has made plenty of room for you! with another noxious gassy fart, i pinch my nose at the miasmic stank, and pant out a &#34;peyew!&#34;, before landing my attention right back on you. &#34;you know what this means, right?&#34;, i inquire seductively, &#34;this means i get to - i interrupt myself with a loud belch - this means i get to - again, a burpy interference cuts in before i finally finish my sentence - eat you!&#34;, and i purr an, &#34;are you ready?&#34;   it's a couple of hours later and i've made a yummy little dish with your -- umm -- remains, which i greedily munch down on, while making all sorts of 'mmmmm', 'yum', and 'num num' sounds. i drool about how delicious you were, my now old roommate, and i moan about how you're going to give me so much gas! in fact, i swear that i can already feel my belly getting bigger. &#34;i'm going to digest you and dump you out into my toilet&#34;, i giggle while patting my belly, &#34;which is going to get so clogged!&#34;. this is followed with an urgent look on my face, as i realize it's doodie time, and i hurry off to the bathroom.   once in the restroom, i sit down on the porcelain throne, ready to release the load that i've had stewing in my guts. i begin straining and pushing down, while intermittently patting and rubbing my belly. &#34;how's it going down there?&#34;, i question my belly, &#34;i did warn you.&#34;, and i shake my head. once i finish up, i stand and pull my pants up, before flushing and waving 'goodbye' the the descending you-mess.   excited to tell someone about this epic experience, i'm now on the phone with my friend, while sitting back on the living room couch. &#34;yup!&#34;, i say with a diabolically burst of laughter, &#34;he totally lost!&#34;, and after thinking for a moment, i continue, &#34;i really think i need to call the plumber. that was one of the biggest dumps of my life!&#34;. in response, i listen to my friend's chuckling and mocking of you, before i get an evil thought. &#34;ya know, he claimed to be his team's #1 fan.&#34;, i snicker, while choking to hold it in so i could finish what i wanted to say, &#34;since i'm obviously the #1 fan, he'll just have to settle with being the #2 (number two) fan&#34;, and i poignantly hold up 2 fingers, before bursting with howling laughter. ya'll see what i did there? eh? eh? #2!? ah, yeah, you get it!     ***some words have been censored to remain compliant*** (2 words to be exact. words that surprisingly have nothing to do with the specific category of this video. so, if you're worried. don't be, hehe.)</a>
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