One last parting gift for Carmella and Pete

The man walked to his car, the angry voices of Carmella and Pete carrying throughout the parking lot.

“What do you mean you don’t have your fucking keys,” Pete yelled still holding his ass in pain.

“What the fuck do you think I mean you fucking asshole,” Carmella bitched back.

“Well are they in the god damn car,” Pete asked opening the car door.

“No, I told you I picked them off the floor because some lowlife piece of shit tried to steal them,” Carmella screamed, stomping her feet in a tantrum.

“Well that’s fucking perfect,” Pete said throwing his hands in the air as he slammed the car door. Although before it entirely closed all time froze. The man just gave a big smile indicating Carmella and Pete’s troubles weren’t quite over. The man retreated back inside the gym to retrieve Carmella’s car keys out of the garbage, careful to avoid a giant booger stuck to the side, before returning to the arguing couple. He smiled again as he pulled down Pete’s shorts and boxers exposing his limp dick to the world. The man proceeded to stretch the tiny appendage so that it was between the car and its closing door.

Stepping back the man restarted time. The car door slamming was the first sound heard quickly followed by an ear-piercing shriek.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my dick! My fucking dick! Get it out! Get it out now!" Pete cried with tears forming in his eyes.

"What the fuck are you..." Carmella started before her eyes widened at the sight of her boyfriend's pathetic cock stuck in the car door. Carmella immediately went for the handle but at that moment the locks clicked. She pulled at the handle but the car wouldn't open. "It's fucking locked."

If possible Pete's screams got even louder, "It's fucking what? Open the door, break the fucking window."

"Not with my new BMW we're not, the scum that stole my shit must be around here," Carmella said scanning the parking lot while Pete pathetically pounded against the window. The pain clearly too much for him to summon any strength.

At that moment the man stopped time again. He walked over to the couple, wincing as he got an up-close view of Pete's cock. Turning his attention to Carmella, he admired her fit ass. The result of a heavy squat regiment. The man removed the bitch's yoga pants and was quickly hit with a strong odor of sweaty ass. Clearly, after her humiliation, Carmella had forgone her much-needed post-workout shower. The man then took out the snot-covered car key, "I think you might regret some of those rhinestones," he laughed.

Holding his nose he separated Carmella's toned asscheeks, sweat dampening his hands, until he saw her tight brown stink hole. A few pimples lined her crack, as she had a slight yellow discoloration around her anus. "Bottoms up," the man said as he shoved the keys up her tight asshole. The sweat causing a small squelching noise as the keys finally popped in. The man proceeded in shoving the tiny crown in as well only allowing for the flower to peek out of her tan ass. "Roses really smell like poo-poo-ooh," the man laughed to himself.

Stepping back to his car he restarted time. Pete's cries were joined with an ear-piercing scream. "My ass, something is in my ass." Carmella bent over, her fingers tentatively felt around her ass.

Even through his own pain, Pete's eyes were drawn to his screaming girlfriend, "Babe, are those the fucking keys?"

"What? wait don't," Carmella said but it was too late. With one big pull, Pete grabbed the flower and yanked the entire keychain out of its stinky home without any regard for his girlfriend. Carmella howled in pain and fell onto all fours. Pete only hesitated for a second in disgust, at the sight of the yellowish-brown shit-covered keys before unlocking the car and freeing his dick. His hands carefully cupped his swollen groin, as Carmella continued to cry lying face down and ass up exposing her gaping asshole.

Just then some loud laughter could be heard. The man turned to see the yoga instructor holding her side struggling to keep her phone focused on the snobby couple.

"Babe we got to go," Pete said pulling Carmella to her feet. The man watched them get in the car before stopping time once more. He opened the car door and carefully grabbed the filth-covered keys and shoved the key in Carmella's mouth while Pete got a taste of the shit-covered crown.

Returning back to his spot the man restarted time. The car came to a screeching halt and sat there for a second before pealing out of the parking lot. "Two down six to go," the man smiled.