Buttman My Nose Your Crack

Buttman can't get enough. Nose deep, he breathes in the hot smell of Alison's ass first, thick and sweet and raw. The girls know exactly what they've got. They plant their asses right on his face—Kelly's full and heavy, Mariah's pale cheeks spread wide, Lea's tight muscle flexing, Aiden shivering as his breath hits skin. Stagliano stays locked in place, pulled in by the sharp, private scent that leaks out of those cracks like a slow burn you can't shake. Every press of a warm cheek across his face pushes the smell deeper, and they don't ease up. They just keep smothering him with it.