Two Rivers Isle they call me seymour butts cause i get mo' ass than most

gun felt a great disturbance in her folds, as if a voice suddenly cried out in terror and was suddenly silenced.

she sneezed.

the better of the two expulsions of air she could've performed.

there was an itch somewhere on her behind, and gun figured she might be getting fleas. attempting to scratch herself against the interior walls didn't quite work ( almost as if something was in the way ), so with a grumpy sigh, the mastiff pulled herself out.

she began using the nearest tree to scratch her buxom thigh, smacking her frothy jowls. 

it'll be back in the hole after this. oddly fuzzy in there.