I don't even fucking know where to begin... Andy Sixx is so fucking hot... every single fucking time I think of him let alone see him my mouth starts watering and my asshole gets nice and loose, dripping juices. I want to take Andy on a date, make sure he's fed nice and well, making sure he's getting his calories, preferably from some fattening, high dairy content foods. Some shellfish and sour milk wouldn't hurt either. I want him to help me dig a whole in our backyard, large enough for a man to lie down in, then we'll be putting a portapotty on top of it. I'll crawl in the whole, and have my face right where the portapotty pit is. By this time, Andy should be having some wicked indigestion and will need to take a massive shit. That's when the fun begins. Andy sits upon the john, then a fart as a strong as a typhoon whips my face, blowing my hair and skin back. Oh god... I can see the log crowning! Pure ecstasy. It's slidding out of his pretty emo boy asshole, and it's a gargantuan beast to behold. A 3 foot long bunghole snake fit to satisfy the throat of any horny loafslut. My tongue making contact with the corn snake would be akin to the moment the apple fell on Newton's head. I'd get my lips wrapped around it and proceed to suck on the gnarly turd, helping Andy to get it all out of his system. Then it slowly but surely proceeds to slidde down my fucking throat, and it would be so nice hot and steamy. So steamy that the steam would blow out my ears as it slidds. God, Andy Sixx is so fucking hot!