Brexit: behind the scenes Theresa x Jeremy (Romeo and Juliet) ft. Tentacles

Chapter 4: the resolution

"We're in so much trouble if the media finds out about our rendezvous," Theresa giggled. But Jeremy wasnt up for a laugh. Sucking on Theresa's yeast infection gave him a queezy stomach.
"Yuh," he burped.
"Aww Jeremy! Do you want me to blow you off to feel better?"
"Nuh," he replied fraily, "peepee's tired." Theresa gave it a bit of thought.
"Oh, I know what'll please you..."
"May, what are you on abo- woah!"

He was flipped on his stomach with his saggy, wrinkly ass cheeks quivering in the air. Then he suddenly felt Theresa's long, skinny tongue rubbing up and down his never-ending, shitty ass crack. She licked up the little pieces of shit that Diane Abbot forgot to wipe off. The smell was foul and Theresa had to take breaks to gasp for air. Jeremy moaned like a little bitch under Theresa's domination.
"Oo Theresa..." he groaned.

Then- he let off a juicy, wet fart right into her surprised, unsuspecting mouth.
Unfortunately, he also had a horrific case of diarrhoea and splat eggy, lumpy shit into the back of her throat.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned
"Ahhhhh!" She shrieked, gagging viciously; trying to ignore its sickly warmth. She furiously wiped it off her thin lips and off her pointy nose.
"Don't you fucking stop," Jeremy hissed, "after I sucked your infected vag the least you could do is lick my hairy asshole!"
Defeated, Theresa went back in for a lick. She swirled his asshole with her rough tongue trying to ignore the wavy ass hairs. When she was done she spanked his ass and his droopy flesh rippled.

"That was great, " Jeremy sighed.
"Mmhm, " Theresa responded with sass, "well, I suppose that we ought to go back to being enemies. At least til bexshit is over."
"You know, you're not just fucking me May, " Jeremy said, kicking himself up, "You're also fucking the entire country too."