Sindell 8

Sindell is not amused when she discovers her man has been texting some bimbo. Now taped up, suffocated by her fat ass and smothered in her sewer smelling farts I'm sure he is as well. It could be worse. She could have a top on and not be wearing red lace panties which look hotter than the sun itself. Sindell jiggles her round, tattooed arsed all over his disloyal face whilst passing wind unpredictably to compound the torture. He can only murmur to himself amidst all this and grimace every time a fresh fart is released. It's in every gasp of air he's inhaling and the bitch he was talking to on the side is slowly but surely becoming a distant memory. You go girl, teach your man!