i simply can't believe that avey ever, half asleep, did just what his body wanted to do, reaching over and gently but firmly groped panda's junk through his summertime clothes in the back of their tour bus, immediately giving him a confused but excited semi
it is just impossible to postulate that through the haze of a residual hash buzz they softly caressed one another's warm, sweaty bodies, panda's calloused yet delicate fingers getting lost in the curls of avey's coarse chest hair, sending chills reverberating throughout his body, as panda eventually arrived down there at the prominent bulge in avey's satin boxer shorts
how could you even suggest that panda unbuttoned the fly on avey's shorts, the release of tension causing his purple bottle to spring out forcefully as avey grunted under his breath "open up ya throat", and then panda, excited and also frightened, wrapped his hot, wet mouth around the glans and shaft hungrily, slobbing and sucking messily but knowingly, savouring a taste he'd never want to get off his tongue, his left hand reaching up to lovingly massage avey's taint and balls, eliciting a deep, elated sigh from his bandmate
i just can't even consider entertaining the notion that avey, overcome with primal desire, told panda to turn around, then quickly tugged down his comfy nautica shorts, exposing his little chocolate girl, which he prodded lightly with a finger, causing panda's tight little boipussy, nearly hairless save for some soft peach fuzz, to pucker reflexively, before mounting him in doggy and plunging his peacebone deep into that moist flesh canoe.
and just don't even try to tell me that avey pounded a wide-eyed panda bear's leaf house, repeatedly hitting his prostate til he saw fireworks, until avey, no longer able to contain himself, essploded, shooting sticky cobwebs of his applesauce deep into panda's sweet road, turning his rectum into a creamy white winter wonderland.