Simba continued to suffer under the smelly ass of the zebra. Vincent, growing bored of the match, began to grind his ass on Simba even more. His nose was pressed against the puckered hole like sardines in a tin. “PAArpplllrp” It smelt of potatoes and sulfur. “Can’t handle the smell of some grass?” The crowd chuckles at Simba’s pathetically. He raises his ass a little bit and Simba sighs in relief, though his relief was short lived as Vincent’s giant black sphincter slams past Simba’s lips and into his maw. Simba feels leather and sweat on his tongue. Simba suddenly hears a grumble and feels his mouth expand around Vincent’s anus. “BBBLLARRRPPPTTTTTTSSsss~” it tasted just like how it smelt. Simba couldn’t fight back anymore and didn’t know what to do.
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