The prom queen let out a big juicy one. It was Denise Fairgood’s third year in the throne, and she had earned the right. Further, she was dainty and feminine, and could gently, imperceptibly, lean to the side, making no noise at all. Her worshipping masses, therefore, were none the wiser. Her date, Johnny, on the other hand couldn’t get enough of it. He cupped his hands and wafted Denise’s emission to his waiting nostrils. Down below, Little Johnny couldn’t help but rise to the occasion.
“Oh, Baby,” Johnny whispered to Denise, “There’s no fluffy like your fluffy.”
Denise tittered behind her gloved hand.
I wonder if there's a connection between *anal boy and *weak anus.