"Okay. . .," Hiro grunted. "I'm shittin' and shootin'. . . !" His asshole, loose
as it was, opened further around !!q4w13gqroUP tongue. Something nudged his tonguetip.
!!q4w13gqroUP held a buttock with one hand, his balls with the other, and tried to
scoop.
Shit stinks. But it don't taste like anything.
That nigger shit a horse turd too!
He bit. It mashed out against the corner of his mouth. I chewed. It was like
sour starch paste. And grainy. And, when Hiromoot shot—tripfag felt the under-tube on
his cock thicken across the skin between his fingers— !!q4w13gqroUP face was pushed
back by hirojews clamping butt. When !!q4w13gqroUP could go forward, his cheeks slipped on
what coated the chinks. He licked some more.
Hiroshima lay still, panting. "Yeah..." Again his ass loosened. He let his
knees bend. ABIB was still under him. I listened for his breathing
under hiromoots; and wasn't sure I heard it.
