God’s anus prolapsed with our retreat; tender pink flesh shining in the crimson glow of the torches. Beeg XXX I have a reputation to live up to!”
I didn’t know what kind of mall Lucy thought we had up there, but I supposed she was making a massage-chair joke. “What about yours?” I asked. My rim was stretched beyond its limit, the cold metal stabbing ruthlessly into my contracting rectum as my cheeks pressed against the floor. “The Wriggling Wrangler,” Lucy said as she put a hand to my temple and drained some of the drunkenness from me, “is what we’ll be doing now.”
“This is the tentacle place?” I inquired as we struggled to ascend the steps, “The ‘hat-thai’ place?”
“Hentai,” Lucy corrected,
