Trapped With My Toxic Tortilla Gas – Sniff & Worship, Slave!
You know when Mami indulges in a little too much spicy food, things get dangerous… and by dangerous, I mean deliciously foul. My guts are churning with the unholy wrath of too many tortillas, and you, my pathetic little slave, are stuck in this hotel room with me. There’s no escape from my stench....
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