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You imagine his hot train of excrement slidding down your pathetic food pipe. Envision each peanut and corn chunk as you feel it rippling on its way down. The stench is strong, but nothing anon can't handle. A bit like 7 day old pot-roast mixed with swamp gas. It brings a tickle to your nose, and excitement to your spirit. The taste is unbelievable, simply one of a kind and addictive. The smallest drops leave you wanting more and soon full loads wont be enough, let the miasma take you away.

You gasp for air as his brown punishment moves from his anus down into you. A small feeling of joy comes, but is short-lived as another brown monster gives birth from his hole of pleasure. You wonder to yourself if this is right? Can man be allowed such divine pleasure eternally. Andy turns around looking at you in your longing eyes, feces dripping down your chin and tracing the path down your pleasure pipe as they drip farther. You go to ask him if everything is alright, but before you can get the words out. He just smiles and says 2 simple words while grunting:

>pewp eat.

And with that, you poom. A poom so hard it leaves you shaking on the floor once concluded. Andy sits near your twitching body as you fall asleep in a puddle of of his love mud. He draws with his finger a small brown happy face on your forehead as you drift off to happy land, he and leaves for the night. You rest well, knowing that tomorrow will be taco night and give birth to even more thrilling adventures with Andy. Dreaming of what will plop out of him and into you next...