Amber

Riley stood in the steam-filled bathroom, enjoying the warm cascade of water as it cascaded down his body. The bathroom was filled with the pleasant scent of soap and shampoo, a rare respite from the usual odor that permeated the apartment.

Suddenly, without warning or consideration for personal boundaries, Amber barged into the bathroom like a hurricane. She sauntered over to the toilet with an unapologetic swagger. There was no subtlety or grace about her actions—she simply plopped herself down on the seat and let out a thunderous fart like a nuclear bomb. “Nani?!” Amber exclaimed with mock surprise as if she hadn’t just violated every principle of privacy known to mankind. “Oh shit. Oops! Guess I needed to drop some ‘kawaii’ bombs!” she chuckled cheekily.

“Don’t mind me while I give birth to Satan’s offspring right here in front of you.” As Amber sat there on the toilet, legs spread wide apart showcasing her thick thighs, curvy physique, and unwashed sex that emits the vilest of odors