Buttman Goes To MeanWorld

Buttman's back after years away, chasing one thing. Ass. He hits up Glenn's studio—fifteen years of knowing each other, both obsessed with worship and women who don't ask. But the second he walks in he sees who really runs the place. Hime and Asteria don't take orders, they give them. Glenn tries to laugh it off, says they just show up and take the space. They tell him to shut up and get on the floor. Head goes in the facesitting chair. Two perfect asses drop, smother, grind. Tongue out. They have him kissing soles, licking between toes, tongue deep in their holes while they laugh and spread. Then they shove those asses through the gloryhole wall, winking inches from Buttman's face. He can't look away. They tell him what to do too—sit, watch, stay hard. He obeys. Nobody stops them.