"Nope. You didn't learn your lesson yet," says Sam.
Sam smushes his ass right against Jake's cute face again. Jake screams a muffled scream against the beefy mounds of ass muscles.
"You need to learn a little lesson in respecting glee club members. Or else you're the one who's gonna get all the disrespect. Now try to breathe in my air."
Jake struggles against Sam's beefed up butt muscles, and is eventually forced to inhale Sam's putrid flatulence. He let's out so many short farts before releasing a loud roar against Jake's face.
When Sam pull away, Jake is grunting and gasping for fresh air, but there's still too much of Sam in the air. Sam turns around to face Jake. Jake glares at him with eyes wet, but not a single tear escaped.
"Don't worry, Jake. It's okay to cry. The minute you start to cry, I let you go." Sam doesn't know if he will or will not follow through on this deal, but he definitely needs Jake to respect him.
"I'll never cry!" Jake shouts in protest, and then coughs as Sam's stinky butt air enters his so quickly. "You can forget you ASS HOLE!!"
"An ass hole am I?" Sam asks, smirking. "Funny you should say that."
After that, in one second flat, Puck was so far in he could see Sam's actual ass hole.
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