This is what a good morning needs. A pathethic wimp between Rheas cheeks, her ungodly morning farts getting pushed out, and the sheer pleasure of feeling whomever is stuck down there choking on that searing, lung-shriveling shitwind. And this is *before* her morning coffee.

"Fwuuuuuck. My ass keeps fucking itching..."

I dont know if I want to just churn someone via my fat dick or ass, use someone as a fart cushion for my rancid ass-gas, or just fuck someones brains out. Or all three for that matter... Decisions, decisions.