I wanna sniff Don's sweaty pair of... Rocinante. I can already feel the pungent aroma assaulting my nostrils, piercing through all my smell receptors and reaching my brain like a La Sangre De Sancho flipping its singular head coin. The thoughts of having my face stomped on by those dirty steppies fills me with a sense of extreme ecstasy, knowing she is executing justice against my staged villainous endeavors while I'm taking all those precious Donsweat particles for myself, knowing she and I will have become one in a twisted sense. Oh how I love my precious gremlin Don Quixote and revel in all of her feety sweaty glory.

I wanna sniff Don's sweaty pair of... Rocinante. I can already feel the pungent aroma assaulting my nostrils, piercing through all my smell receptors and reaching my brain like a La Sangre De Sancho flipping its singular head coin. The thoughts of having my face stomped on by those dirty steppies fills me with a sense of extreme ecstasy, knowing she is executing justice against my staged villainous endeavors while I'm taking all those precious Donsweat particles for myself, knowing she and I will have become one in a twisted sense. Oh how I love my precious gremlin Don Quixote and revel in all of her feety sweaty glory.