By Gutfucker 20
01:49
You lost(won) a bet against your caked-up gamer BF, and as contract would have it, you're officially his personal quickshot gaming chair for a week. Subsisting entirely off the sweat dripping off his fat, doughy, bakery-sized twerkflanks and all the throat-clogging slut-feed pulsing out of his fat dick while he clap-rapes your face.
