Ivana 2

Ivana is trying her best to write you a love letter but her gassy exploits are getting in the way. She’s bellied up to her writing desk but managing to do more damage to her leather chair than composing. Clearly bothered by the smell, she wonders out loud if anyone hears her snarling stale wind. She lifts her ass in an attempt to produce the final ferocious poot but has more cheek squeaks preventing her from putting pen to paper. At this rate she’ll never mail her missive.