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I've been dating like two weeks and that's just so, so fucked up.

You can beg and plead as much as you want, you sick freak.

There's no fucking way that you're getting near this arse again.

At least not as my boyfriend anyway.

I think we might be able to come to some sort of arrangement.

Do you like it when I tease you with my arse, huh?

So from now on, you aren't my boyfriend, you are my personal fucking servant.

My homework, you do it.

My car, you clean it.

Your money, it's mine.

OK?

Unless you want everybody at school to find out you love to bury your arse, your face,

your arse, and fucking musty farting arse.

So everyone would love to know the most popular fucking guy in school is a freak.

And in return, you might get to sniff the occasional fart.

How does that sound to you?

Yeah?

Oh, you're so desperate aren't you?

So needy.

Just need this ass so much.

You want it's fat.

You're gonna sniff my farts.

You're gonna be my slave.

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