Posted at 5:55 am on Aug 23, 2017 by:
Botch Recliner
URINE BACK CAN'T NEVILLE BE TOO BIG!
Alex approached the building, looking up at it from the empty street as he crossed. He couldn't knock on the door, not if it was the night he suspected. There had to be another way to confirm his suspicions.
A "HUH?" from the alley running alongside the building told him where Botch had wandered off to and Alex headed there to join him. He found Botch standing underneath a window, holding Gunther up so he could reach inside. He was holding Gunther with his face, his nose pressed firmly between Gunther's sweaty ass cheeks.
Alex thought Gunther was about to climb into the building through the window since he pried it open, but he instead pulled out a plate of cooked dick dogs. Gunther leaned in towards the plate to give one of the dick dogs an erotic lick and ended up losing his balance, falling off of Botch's face and dropping the plate. The plate broke, throwing the dick dogs onto the filthy floor of the alley.
Botch didn't care though, grabbing two of the dick dogs, a used condom hanging off of one like a topping, and putting them in his pants. Gunther climbed to his feet, brushing a bloody tampon off his shoulder and adjusting the seat of the pants, Botch's boogers stuck to the center.
Before Gunther could climb back onto Botch, Alex did so instead, using Botch's thong as a foothold to begin climbing Botch's giant, zit-ridden back. When he reached Botch's peaks, he sat on them, rather than Botch's face, to have a look through the window for himself.
