Big pig Pascal and his ultra-fetishistic plan in the woods of his village

My real balls stink up here.

Yeah, I got dick.

And the feet too.

Yeah.

Big fat Pascal here taking my.

My weight.

But I know he smells there.

No guns in the mouth, that's it, that's it, that's it.

Without my foot, without my foot, come on, I smell like feet.

My feet are gone.

That's good, the mouth is that stinks.

I feel it in my toes that it stinks there.

Yeah, he made me zander there.

I had it at the foot of Master Pascal.

Your pig's pan, the pig's foot there, that's pressing hard, that's crushing your face right there,.

Yeah, come on, I got you, yeah, come on, you're at my feet right now, my feet.

Good feet, stinky toes, toes, toes, feet, smelly socks.

Also there, yeah, good pig socks there, which smell bad, toes,.

It smells like feet there, yeah, I smell like feet, come on, come on, smell 'em, it smells like hell in here.

Yeah, go ahead, smell 'em right here, I'm putting you down to the stink of my feet.

I feel like I'm pulling my foot here.

Yeah, that's good.

It's the bite that stinks in here.

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