“Gibsie, no!” Laughing hysterically, Liz pushed at his chest when he started making engine noises. “Don’t you dare—ahh!” “Brmm, brmm, brmm,” he snickered, making engine noises as he slowly lowered his ass onto her face and let out the vilest ripper of a fart. “Merry Christmas!” “Ahh! I can taste it,” Liz screamed. “I can taste beans on my tongue!”
