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Just imagine. JUST THINK, for a moment, you walk into a public restroom and you smell the sweetest scent ever. One of the stalls is closed up and occupied, the rest empty. The door practically shakes as you hear a slosh and a grunt, and as you sit in the next stall, you can see a pair of very familiar fake leather three inch platform mallgoth fucking poser boots.
In his grunting, growling voice, Andy Sixx, the obvious occupant, asks for some TP because "the log was too big and he can't wipe." You sadly inform him that your stall doesn't have any. "Yeah, I used that roll up too." He says, with a chuckle. "Why don't you be a pal and come help me clean off? I got a show in an hour and I need my sphincter to be clean as a whistle."
Like a flash you shove yourself under the gap between floor and divider, as he lifts his ass off the toilet seat, spackled with bits of shit and also toilet water that splashed around his ass cheeks. You fawn and worship and tongue his hot, gaping, crud crusted anus and swallow every minute scrap of burrito flavoured refried bean shits.
"Thanks pal, and here, something for the road." He squats down and farts right in your face then hands you a signed copy of his latest album. Boy, what a great day. You collapse in the toilet stall, throat burning and stickily sweet with his ass stench. Boy... what a great day.
