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Olivia took another drink quickly, drinking 1/3 of it because she's a thirsty bitch. Again! Total blackout, the brain was turned off. Otto wasn't going to waste time, he took his phone in his left hand and grabbed her cheek with his right hand, saw how small his hand compare to her ass and felt how unbelievably soft, elastic, firm and juicy her cheek was, he had never held something so velvety, then spread it. He saw a treasure there, the most wonderful of all bimbo milfs in the world, her asshole. Small but plump, you can see it's a very tight hole, hairless and smooth, just perfect. He started salivating uncontrollably with his thick, sticky saliva, something he always had a problem with. He looked at Olivia because he wanted to check on her.

– Ugh... uh, blph... - was the only sound she made, plus the ahegeo face she was making, of course she had ****.

He took several photos of the hellish whole ass and zoomed one up to her butt hole. Suddenly, saliva dripped from his mouth and fell straight onto her anus, but instead of flowing straight, it stopped and actually stuck to her a-hole. Was this a sign? Was he supposed to do this?

He grabbed his racket, he was going to do it.

– "NO, if I do this, she will beat me, she will call the police, I am not going to spend my life in prison," - he thought quickly (as if his life was worth something), - "but I am not going to waste this sight, after all I have the time" - he smirked

He put the phone down and started rubbing himself, feeling the pressure of his shit in his balls. He looked at Olivia's ahegeo and her huge buttocks and couldn't stand it anymore.

“You fucking bimbo bitch,” he screamed, and then, before ejaculating, he smacked her right buttock. This slowly but surely woke up Olivia, and the first thing she heard was a scream, even though she was wearing headphones and Otto's moans, but she also felt a strange feeling on her buttocks, as if someone was shooting her ass with a garden hose at maximum pressure.

– D-dave? W-what's going on? - she asked, taking off her headphones and still groggy from her second dose of special lemonade.

– Nothing, Olivia. I just applied the cream to the last spot - he said out of breath, which even surprised Olivia.

Suddenly she felt the stinking stench of rotten fish and old spoiled mayonnaise and mustard eating into her mind again, killing millions of her already few brain cells. No wonder after all, if they had a chance to see her ass. Her dump truck, the size of two basketballs or even larger, would reveal that it was covered with the most biologically and chemically dangerous sludge known to mankind. The amount of it was unimaginable, like a donkey. Boiling cells belonging to a loser and a degenerate, writhing on her silk chocolate milk skin.

– "It was my most powerful ejaculation ever" - but he had to admit that what he produced was really disgusting, even for him, so he came up with an idea - Olivia, you see, we have just met and even though I really want to help you with the cream, I don't want to exceed boundaries and lubricate your buttocks with your bare hands. So why don't you give me your hands and I'll guide them, so that all the cream is well slathered and absorbed into the skin of your butt.

– "What a gentleman" - that was the first thing she thought - of course I understand what you mean and I'm glad you do it this way.

She gave him her hands and he roughly grabbed them and slapped them on her buttocks, which surprised Olivia a little and also how much of the cream there was on her ass and how sticky, slimy and thick it was, but after all, why bother with an already dead brain.

Otto, holding her wrists in circular motions, began to travel around her globes, also seeing how tiny her hands were compared to hers. He tried to play as much of the slime as possible so that it would not flow down the boack but into her ass crack. He finally decided that his sewage was perfectly mixed with her. His cock kept recovering as he did this, but.

– There you go, it's finished - he let go of her hands, which were also caked with his dirt on the inside

– Thanks, sweetie

– Enjoy the tan

– I will be there and thanks again for your help

– He didn't forget it

– I will not forget

When he got up, he took one more photo of her and then walked away, leaving poor Olivia, who could only inhale the toxic fumes emitting from her body through her nostrils, even the last 1/3 of the lemonade began to smell foul from the heat.

Otto went inside and looked at the clock and it was 2:30.

– I wonder how long it will stay there.

As he was walking, he saw Olivia's phone lying on the table with one new message that was sent 45 minutes ago. Otto took her cell phone and turned it on.

– The idiot doesn't even have a lock, she probably doesn't know how to set it

He read its contents and then seemed delighted.

– I guess it's my dream, but that stupid bitch is definitely mine now