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Now that that confrontation is over with, to carry one with what you were doing before you were so rudely interrupted. You place your face in between his ass crack like earlier, only this time Andy starts crying and screaming along with desperately squirming as the effects of your last headbutt to his face begin to wear off. Having enough of his foolish nonsense, you grab the marble bust of Jynxx he hit you with earlier and knock him out heavily with a swift blow to the back of his head. He then stops moving and also stops displaying any signs of life from that point onwards.
You continue on with what you were doing and place your face back inside the security of his ass crack as he lays flat on the floor of his dressing room, lock lips with his asshole to form the air-tight seal, and then suck. You suck harder than you’ve ever sucked before because andy’s unconscious and isn’t awake to help push the log of shit out of his ass. Your lungs suck as if you were sucking a golf ball through a garden hose, and suck and suck until you feel the warm brown enter your mouth.
You feel the warmth of the log just as youre about to give up which keeps you going. Towards the end of the log, your body is spent, it’s tired and it wants to quit, but your love and affection for Andy Sixx and his warm creamy log roll is just too much to go to waste. You suck the last bit out of his asshole and swallow with your esophagus muscles taking over from your lungs, which are about to collapse out of exhaustion.
You then sit back and breathe heavily and look at the damage, at andy’s unconscious body and the dead security guard while savoring the shit taste in your mouth. You tell yourself that it was a good day, then spank andy’s bare ass and then stand up and leave.
