Patrick moaned loud, pushing back on the fedora.

“Pete, holy smokes, I--” Patrick was interrupted by his fedora being shoved further and further into his rectal caverns.

Pete decided to just ram the entire fedora into Patrick’s pooper. Patrick screamed in pleasure, his anus burning.

Pete began pumping the fedora in and out, the liquids of the ass’s mouth moistening the fabric. Pete grabbed his schmuck schmuck and began pumping, his rod weeping precum.

“Pete, I’m, I’m--”

“I know.” Pete said, quickly shoving his penis into Patrick’s quivering mud daisy along with the fedora.

Patrick released his baby batter all over the floor. Pete did a backbend do lick up the cum like ice cream. Pete also came, covering the fedora and Patrick’s innards like frosting on a cake.

“Pete…” Patrick said softly, with Pete and the fedora still lodged in his fucking butthole. “I love you. I always have. This made me realize my true feelings for you.”

“I always knew it, Trick.” Pete kissed Patrick’s right elbow sensually, and Patrick had to control himself.

“I have one last request.” Pete said.

“Anything, Pete. I’ll do anything for my love.”

Pete pulled out his Penis from the bunghole’s grasp, so he could get the fluid painted fedora out as well.

“I think I know what you’re wearing on stage tonight.”

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