Buttman's Obsession: Sniffing Crack

John Buttman Stagliano doesn't bother hiding it: he gets down on his knees and presses his nose into six women's thinly dressed asses like it's the only thing he's good for. Casey, Gabriella, Jodi, Savannah, Abella and Maddy wiggle their hips in see-through fishnets, cut-off panties and glossy spandex shorts, each scrap of fabric riding higher until it splits them and shows the crack underneath. Casey shoves straight back, sits on his face, seals him off so he has to breathe nothing but the warm heat rising from her. Every nose-thrust is tight, deliberate, almost rough, pulling the musky smell into his lungs while the girls smirk at the sound of his heavy breathing between their cheeks.