"Losing to /me/? On /purpose/? Clearly I was not prepared for this turn of events. Mmmhmmhmm. Let's start with another tune, shall we?"
Somewhere in that pooey cavern, a cello started strumming. And he hit every off beat to that classical rhythm. I felt my legs slop about while the massive mound of magically maleficent mud began to hum quietly. Thick, rounded bulbs and a muddy rectum, all made completely out of feces slowly crackled free from the hole below, and each inch made my exposed shitcock throb with delight. Sure, the player couldn't see it; censorship and all that, but inside that cartridge one of the hottest moments of my digital life.
The Great, Mighty Poo (as so affectionately dubbed) dangled me with his left arm; those huge, shitty digits coating my already-filthy self in more mud. He liked it. I could tell he did by the fudge he was pumping out of those lumps a few seconds after that. His lumpy self made fat rolls over those big, bulbous buttcheeks, and the wind suddenly picked up as he turned me upside down to drop me on the greasy, smelly and unwashed pucker below.
He pinched slightly, and the turd broke like an earthquake had just hit its fault line! More of the fudge poured out soon afterward, along with rampant and blustery gas clouds pouring out in eye-watering gouts around the loaf of steamy dung. He beautifully choreographed the crackles, farts and gutteral, bassy giggles he let loose to the music; and it just -- WRECKED -- my libido.
He bellowed and pushed me against his pucker, and I held on while my dick disappeared into the quagmire of steamy, soft mush pouring between my legs. His butthole was chocolatey good, and just a chewy, dungy mess all around. I could hear the player outside yelling at his ma to buy him a new N64 since I'd basically crashed the game, but eh. Full dunggut. Mmm.
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\n\t\t\t\t\tmin dunnit again. Hotness. <3