Title: Dreams of Psilocybin
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Nasera, 
Rating: NSFW
Classification: One-Shot
Author: PumpkinBrain
Summary: Anon and Nasera decide to take the next step after they get back home from prom. Cuteness and awkwardness ensues.

 “So, um…” The ptero muttered, her cheeks dusted a light pink as she shuffled in place. A nervous tick. For the normally confident girl, this was a strange sight. “Anon.” She finally said, huffing light-heartedly.

 

“Yeah?” I asked, smiling to try and ease the tension she was no doubt feeling. I didn’t know WHY she was so tense, but I would have to figure that out some day. That day being now. That time being now. You ever live in the now? This is now. What’s happening RIGHT now. “What’s up, Nasera?”

 

She looked back down at the ground, gripping the sides of her dress. “I, I’m.., um… thank you.” She squeaked, turning her head up to face me again. “Thank you, Anon. You’ve…” She looked back down, and then back up. Her eyes were more teary. “You’ve made this… probably the best day of my life. I had so much fun.”

 

I felt my own eyes fog up a bit. I was never very good with crying girls, but when Nasera cried, it was a whole different level. I hated seeing her cry. Who wouldn’t! Your girlfriend, the love of your life, the one you set aside time for, the one that you unconsciously care for; they’re crying. That shit sounds terrible to me. I hate crying girls, and I hate when my girlfriend cries. Because it always makes me cry.

 

But I had to remain strong. I gave her a smile. “Of course, Nasera. I… I had a lot of fun with you too.” I chuckled. “Being crowned Prom King isn’t something I ever expected would happen to me.”

 

She giggled, an adorable sound that lingered in my head moments after she did it. “I’ve won Prom Queen twice now, but… I’m glad my King was finally someone I actually liked.” She whispered, walking her fingers up my shirt.

 

I blushed slightly. “What? You don’t like Chad?” I joked.

 

She gagged, looking away slightly. “Blegh. Gross. I hate muscleheads..” She trailed off, her eyes still looking at some mysterious far-off force. But then she looked back, making eye-contact. “I think I prefer my geeky lanklet caveman bee-eff more..” She giggled again.

 

“Seems that makes two of us.” I nodded, trying to be suave. But when her face went blank, I realized what I said. “Wait—“

 

She snorted, and then broke out into a giggling fit. She began to hit me slightly as she shook her head. “You dork—!” She laughed, putting her head to my chest. Her curly locks felt soft against my neck, and her scent—that of peaches—was a welcome one. She continued to laugh and vibrate against my chest as I slowly put my arms around her. She felt like a purring cat. Haha…

 

Eventually, the laughing faded, and we were left rocking in place slowly. Green Day’s ‘Good Riddance’ began to fill my head, but I wasn’t sure why. That was besides the point, though. We were dancing. We had done it for hours at prom, but… it never really got old. Moving slowly with Nasera, even if it can barely be considered a dance, was such a calming activity. Such a fantastic activity. I… I really did love it. I really did love her. I hadn’t said it yet, but… I’m sure she would say it back. Her next action proved it:

 

“Anon…” She whispered, and then removed her head from my chest. She looked up into my eyes, and slowly brought her snoot to my lips. I met her halfway, and we began to kiss. It was… tender. Loving. We had had ferocious kisses in the past—like when Nasera won that track race and made out with me on the field—but we had kisses like this from time-to-time as well. The balance is necessary, after all.

 

She pulled away a few moments later, breathing heavily. “Th-Thank you for coming with me.” She smiled, blushing.

 

I smiled back, also blushing. “I should be saying the same. I’m surprised you gave a dork like me a chance.” I chuckled nervously, rubbing my arm behind my back.

 

“Of course I gave you a chance.” She shook her head. “I had a crush on you for the longest time. When you finally asked me out, I was practically on cloud 9.” She snorted.

 

“D-Did you really?” I asked, my blush deepening. I didn’t actually know that until now.

 

“Yes.” She nodded, scoffing lightheartedly. “It’s like you never pay attention. You’re so dense, Anon…”

 

“Hey!” I exclaimed, mockingly offended. “I resemble that remark.”

 

She just snorted again—like a piggy, as my grandma would say—and looked down at the ground. “God, you’re an idiot.” She whispered. Then, she made eye-contact again. “But you’re my idiot.”

 

I smiled softly, and leaned back in to kiss her.

 

Only this time… it was less tender. Or, it became less tender. It evolved past tender. It started loving, but very quickly, Nasera began to deepen it. As she put her hand behind my neck, she prodded my lips with something. I very quickly realized what it was when her tongue began to explore my mouth. It was… interesting. I don’t know if we had actually french’d before. I began to fight back, using my own tongue as a sort-of… sword, in this death battle of romance. Like Hamlet fighting Laertes at the end of Shakespeare’s play..

 

What?

 

God, that was lame.

 

Anyway, we continued to kiss, and Nasera opened up the door behind her. I heard the taxi driver drive off behind me, but I didn’t care to flag him down. I… part of me figured I would be spending the night. Part of me presumed I wouldn’t exactly need a ride back home. Part of me presumed I would get home either way; most likely in a stretcher, due to Ripley finding me with his daughter, but… fuck it. Just… fuck it. Fuck Ripley, fuck his weapons, fuck… everything. All of it, fuck it.

 

I deepened the kiss as me and Nasera stumbled into her house. She knocked over something that was sitting on top of a cabinet, but all she gave was a whispered ‘fuck!’ before she went back in for more. I just chuckled, and she tightened her grip on my neck. I tried to maneuver us through the house, but dear God if we weren’t breaking three vases every time we took a step…

 

Thankfully, we made it to the couch. Even if it took ten minutes of crashing into shit. Nasera threw me down onto it, and quickly got on top of me, straddling me with her legs. She leaned down and kissed me again, working her hands up to the tie around my neck. She made quick work of it, tossing it to the side as if it were garbage.

 

It was only then that I stopped, and looked at Nasera. She stopped as well. We were both breathing heavily as I looked her up and down. She seemed… bothered. Hot and bothered. Very… uh, well, to be blunt; horny. Like estrus season had come early. And I couldn’t blame her. But… I had to make sure.

 

“Are… are you sure?” I asked, in-between breaths. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

 

All she did was nod. Rapidly, actually. “Yes, Anon.” She choked. “God, yes. There’s nothing—“ She emphasized the word. “I want… more in the world… than for you to f-fuck the shit out of me.” She growled out, grabbing my collar aggressively.

 

“…uh, well..” I coughed, looking away.

 

“Huh?” She asked. “What? You alright?” Her eyes narrowed. “Scared?”

 

“I. Uh, I don’t think I’m really a fan of the aggression…” I whispered. I didn’t consider what I had said. I don’t even think I knew I had said it out loud, actually. It may have been true but it wasn’t about what I wanted.

 

“O-Oh—“ The ptero spoke, sitting up straight. “I’m—I’m sorry, I had no idea. I… I figured you’d…” She looked away nervously. Guiltily. “I figured that’s what you would’ve wanted…”

 

“I think it would be better if we just…” I sighed. “I think we should just take it slow.”

 

She looked back down at me, a soft smile gracing her face. “Thank God.” She chuckled.

 

I quickly grew worried. “Wait, Nasera, were you… you were about to—“

 

“Yes, I know.” She interrupted. “I… I’m sorry. Let’s…” She scratched her neck. “Can we start over?”

 

I nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah, sure. Hi. My name’s Anon.” I joked.

 

She groaned, throwing her head back. “Ugh. That’s not what I meant, dorkass.” She giggled, punching my chest. Didn’t hurt. “You know what I mean.”

 

“I know, I know.” I put my free hand up. “I got this.”

 

I leaned my head up slightly, and Nasera took her cue to kiss me again. And… gone was the aggression. Once again, it was tender. There was tongue, so that under-layer of risqué behavior was still present, but… it was slower. Passionate. Loving.

 

Exactly what we had both wanted.

 

Nasera reached her hands back up to my body, and began to undo the rest of my clothes. I took my cue to begin doing the same. Only… to realize that Nasera’s dress was stupidly complicated. She quickly realized this as well. “S-Sorry, here—“ She muttered, sitting up and reaching behind her. She grabbed at the back and apparently pulled off a few buttons—but the dress came undone. She quickly removed her arms from the loops, letting it fall off shortly after.

 

Which… let her breasts go free.

 

“You… you weren’t wearing a bra?” I whispered, gazing. Appreciating. I was mystified by the sight before me. This was a sight that so many men—and women—had wanted to see. A sight that so many men had PRAYED to see. And… here I was. Goofy, normal Anon—and I get to look at Nasera’s boobs.

 

“Y-Yes, now can you stop staring?” She chuckled nervously, covering her nipples with her hands. She crossed her arms over her breasts, covering the rest of them up. “They’re just boobs.”

 

“They’re… so much more than that.” I whispered, still mystified. Still blown away. “They’re your boobs.”

 

She quickly removed her hands, instead opting to cover her face. “Oh my God, please, shut up…”

 

“Why should I?” I asked, bringing my hands up to her arms and slowly removing them from her face. “You’re beautiful, Nasera. Every part of you.”

 

She looked away, and whispered something I couldn’t make out.

 

“Huh?” I asked, leaning my head up slightly in a desperate attempt to make out whatever it was she was trying to say. Part of me was worried, honestly. Maybe she took what I had said the wrong way? Maybe she didn’t like the way I approached that situation? Maybe I was sounding misogynistic or something—whatever it was Fang was always saying. Something something women’s rights…

 

Nasera whispered something again, and I had to lean my head up more. I laughed. “Nasera, c’mon. Speak up.”

 

She gulped, and sighed. “E-Even my wing?” She asked, looking into my eyes. She had a look of nervousness and contempt on her face. But not towards me.

 

I took a look behind Nasera, taking note of her damaged wing. Her other wing was in perfect shape, but this other one was… damaged. Ruined. A perfect thing, stunted growth-wise. Scarred. Pieced back together. But… with personality. It was Nasera. It was one of the many things that made her unique—one of the many things that made her my girlfriend.

 

Nasera blushed harder, and I blushed as well, noting that I probably said all of that out loud.

 

“You did…” She croaked, shaking her head. She wiped at her eyes, and I took note of the running makeup. “God, you’re so… so sweet. How did I end up getting so lucky?”

 

“I ask myself the same thing every day, babe.” I chuckled.

 

She shook her head, and leaned back down to kiss me again. The kiss quickly turned into tongue-action, and… I could finally feel Little Anon standing at attention. Well, that’s a lie. He’d been standing at attention since I first saw Nasera in her dress. But… now she noticed.

 

She just giggled. “Someone’s excited.”

 

“Sh-Shut up…” I whispered, embarrassed. I had never been in a situation like this before. I didn’t know what to say!

 

“That’s alright. I am too.” She muttered, and then… proved it. She ground her hips against me, and I could feel INSTANTANEOUSLY how damp her privates were. Shit. She was wet. “Damn right.” She giggled, tapping me on the nose.

 

“Uhh… that’s cool.” I said, grinning like a total fucking dork.

 

She giggled sweetly, and kissed me again. She leaned back up, still straddling me, before suddenly realizing something. “Hey, wait.”

 

“Y-Yeah?” I asked, grunting. She was still grinding.

 

“Can—Can we switch?” She asked, looking nervous again. Not too nervous to ask, though, which I could appreciate.

 

“Switch?” I asked, instantly fearing the worst. Hearing ‘wanna switch’ is a bad idea with modern women. You can never trust them. If she pulls out a strap-on or some shit, I would have to have a very serious—

 

“Can I… be on the bottom?” She muttered.

 

I was still a little confused. “What, like… wait, no. What?” I asked. “You wanna be the bottom? Like, how so?”

 

“Can I be on the bottom?” She asked again. When I raised another eyebrow, she sighed. “Damn it, Anon, can we do missionary?” She huffed, flicking me on the chest. I was still wearing clothes, so it had no effect, but I got the idea. “You really gonna make me ask, you dick?”

 

“Heh, hey—“ I laughed, not able to contain my giggles. This was silly. “Yes, we can switch.”

 

She slowly stood up, and I did the same. She looked awkward and nervous as she stood, her boobs still flopping out and around. Her nipples had long become erect; probably due to how cold her father kept the house. Haha. But then… she grabbed the part of her dress that remained on her body.

 

And she pulled it down completely, revealing that she had also not been wearing any underwear.

 

I had… holy shit. I had figured she was just wet enough to feel through the fabric. I didn’t know she… I didn’t know she—!

 

“Yeah, a-all of us were commando…” She chuckled nervously, scratching her neck. “But uh… this is… this is me. Au naturalle, or whatever it’s called…” The gray woman whispered, butchering the pronunciation of the words.

 

I snorted softly, but upon noticing a glare, I choked it back. Instead, I… began to admire again. This was Nasera. This was Nasera in all her beauty. Framed by the moonlight, her outstretched wings made her look like an Angel. Her breasts were amazing—seriously, top tier—but… her vagina wasn’t to be ignored either. Vagina. That’s weird. Her PUSSY. Her pussy. She… had shaved for the occasion, only a minor amount of feathered pubes remaining, forming a landing strip. And… if I wasn’t standing at attention earlier, I certainly was now.

 

“God, can you get naked or something?” She asked, throwing an arm out. “I’m feeling a little lonely here.”

 

I don’t think I’ve ever thrown off my pants that fast. And I certainly don’t think I’ll ever be able to match that speed again.

 

When Nasera saw Little Anon (TM) she gulped. “Wow, that’s…” She poked her fingers together. “That’s big.”

 

“Wh-What?” I asked, looking down. Small. “Are you sure?”

 

“I… I mean, I don’t have much to compare it to, I h-haven’t ever done this before—“ She began to fight, contradicting her words somewhat. “But it’s—“

 

“Waiwaitwait—“ I interrupted. “Wait.”

 

“Y-Yeah?” She asked, looking up from my dick and back into my eyes. I also did the same, looking away from her fantastic genitalia. “‘Sup?”

 

“You’re… you’re a virgin?” I asked, not believing my own words. There’s no way Nasera was a virgin. Someone like her? Popular, athletic, hot as fuck? No chance. Me, yeah. But HER? Nasera??

 

“I… I am.” She nodded, looking to the side. Holy shit. “Is… is that bad? I’m.. I’m sorry if—“

 

“No, that’s.” I interrupted again. “That’s fine. That actually… evens it out a bit. So that’s nice.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God. She was a virgin. She was just as pathetic as me!

 

“Evens it out?” She asked. “You’re a virgin too?”

 

I gave her a look. You know the kind of look I’m talking about. “Nasera, I spent thirty minutes the other day talking about Evangelion with Stella. You really think I’ve had sex?” I deadpanned.

 

She laughed. “Okay, good point.” She shook her head.

 

And then, the convo died out. We were both left standing there awkwardly, naked in the cold. Not any less excited, though. I was still primed and ready to go. And.. Nasera seemed to notice, because after a few seconds, she lied back down on the couch.

 

I took my cue, and got on top of her. I slowly lined myself up with her entrance, and I looked into her eyes.

 

No words were exchanged. All it took was a simple nod.

 

Quickly, I rammed myself inside of her. And… went right in. Huh? I muttered that out-loud. What the hell? Where was… what? Okay, sex. It felt FANTASTIC, don’t get me wrong, but… no change in pressure, no breaking, no barrier. No… blood. Nasera whimpered, as expected, but… she didn’t cry out in pain. She didn’t hug me tightly as we rode out the pain of breaking her hymen. This… was nothing like those greentexts. What’s the deal?

 

“I… I thought you said you were a virgin?” I asked, feeling almost… betrayed. Like she thought I was too stupid to know what a hymen was.

 

“Wh-What?” She asked, breathing heavily. “What are you talking about? I am.”

 

“Then… why didn’t…” I asked, pointing to my dick inside of her. “Why didn’t you have…”

 

Suddenly, it clicked. “Shit! My hymen! Why didn’t I have a hymen… okay, look.” She laughed. I frowned slightly. “You’re gonna laugh. I promise.” She muttered, giggling a bit. I didn’t say anything, and she took her cue to continue the story. “It broke when I was a little kid.”

 

Oh, okay, that’s—

 

“WHAT?!” I yelled, leaning back up out of pure shock. I looked back down, seeing my cock still buried inside of her. Shit. What did… what—

 

“Dude, calm the ‘eff down.” She chuckled. “It broke during soccer practice. Some bitch tripped me and I landed wrong. It happens all the time.”

 

“Wh-What? It does?” I asked, calming down slightly. That… why did that make sense? “Are you serious?”

 

“Yeah, seriously!” She exclaimed. “Oh, man, you shoulda seen my dad. He didn’t believe me when I said my butt was bleeding, but when he checked, he nearly had a heart attack.” Nasera laughed. Yet again, a sound I considered utterly fantastic.

 

But… that means… “So… you really are a virgin?”

 

“Yes, Anon.” She sighed, rolling her eyes. “I am. Now can you… can you move a little bit?”

 

“S-Sorry, I.. I got sidetracked—“

 

“ShSh.” She said, putting a finger to my lips. “Sex. With me. Alright?” Nasera muttered. Not seeing any other options, I nodded, unable to speak. “Good boy.” She whispered, nodding with me. Seems we had come to an agreement.

 

When she removed her finger, I began to move. Slowly in, and then slowly out. I watched as my cock disappeared in and out of Nasera. It… was surreal, honestly. It felt really goddamn good. Like, wicked good. I had no idea sex could be this good. Fuck… “Goddamn… you’re tight…” I muttered. “Your pussy’s amazing…•

 

“Th-Thanks…” She muttered, moving along with me. “Your d-dick is pretty great too…”

 

“Thank you… I grew it myself…” I grunted, slowly beginning to move faster.

 

“Ah—HaH—!” She laughed, moaning as I began to pick up the pace. “Ahn, fuck~”

 

I chuckled. She was starting to sound like a hentai chick. But rather than continue playing that game, I leaned in and kissed her. We french’d our tongues around in a battle for dominance as I continued going in and out of my ptero girlfriend. However, I very quickly learned why being a pornstar is such a hard job. Dear God, I felt like dreamybull. Your boy was boutta espload.

 

Very quickly, I pulled out. Ignoring Nasera’s cry of protest, I quickly jumped back on the couch, getting my head near her private area. I felt like a soldier in Vietnam with how fast that move was—how calculated. How preCISE! “Hey, what are you—“ She began to speak, but she very quickly cut herself off. “Ooohh my GOD—!” She practically yelled.

 

As I licked away at the man in the boat, I put my arms up on her knees, bringing her slightly closer to me. I licked aggressively, doing my best to make her feel as good as possible. Someone said something about the ABCs, but I didn’t need that.

 

“Oh my fucking—shit-!” She yelled, moaning. “How are you so good at—! Fuck-!”

 

I took a break from attacking her clit to speak up. Wiping the fluid from my chin, I chuckled. “I’ve been eating pudding cups without a spoon since I was five. I’ve trained for years for this exact moment.” I answered honestly.

 

“Well, thank holy hell for—FUCK!” She yelled out as I began to attack her clit again. “Don’t—stop! Jesus, fuck—!!” She screamed.

 

“Don’t stop? Sounds good…” I whispered to myself, continuing the attack.

 

I continued licking and licking, doing circles and laying my tongue flat—all the stops. Everything I could think of to keep stuff unique. I had long since lost the urge to cum, but I now had my own personal mission to attend to. I had to make NASERA cum. People always say that the number one step for sex is to make the woman cum, and I’d have to agree. Apparently it’s hard as balls to make a chick cum.

 

Well, actually—

 

“ANOOOOON!!!!”

 

That was a lie.

 

Quickly dodging any excess fluid that came from her lower region, I chuckled as practically her whole body shook and vibrated. I pressed my tongue flat against her vagina, and held her as she rode out the orgasm. I tried to avoid being squirted on, though. Because honestly that’s kinda weird. I don’t know what that fluid is. Anyway, anyway—when her back stopped arching, I slowly let go of her, and brought my head up for air. Goddamn. Kinda… nearly drowned myself there. But I lived! “Feel good?” I asked.

 

“Holy fuck.” She whispered.

 

I laughed. Figures. “Well, c’mon now. You run track. Get your energy back up.” I muttered, lining myself up with her entrance again. Then I realized. I looked back into her eyes. “Unless… you’re not up to it. I’m not going to force—“

 

“It’s fine.” She muttered, wheezing.

 

“Are you sure? I don’t—“

 

“Anon, honey.” She whispered, opening her eyes back up. She put a hand to my cheek, and I blushed. “Do it. I want this. I want you to cum, too. I know you didn’t before.”

 

I sputtered slightly, but looked down. And then… back up. I gave her a soft smile, and slowly inserted myself again. She grunted, but hummed in satisfaction. “Good.” She whispered, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

 

I slowly began to move again, the eating out having refueled me completely. It was like going a second round. Endless shrimp at Red Lobster. At least, for Nasera. Haha. Anyway, as I continued to thrust in and out of her, I began to zone out slightly. The pleasure was quickly beginning to take over in my head. I just… couldn’t believe it. Holy shit, this felt so fucking good. Who knew sex was this kino?

 

But then, Nasera whimpered.

 

I quickly stopped, feeling myself suddenly back in the real world. I looked to Nasera, and… She was…

 

She was crying.

 

“N-Nasera—honey—“ I sputtered, immediately pulling out. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked, feeling a sense of urgency. Shit. I wasn’t paying attention. What did I do? Did I mutter something stupid? Did I mutter Stella’s name on accident? What the fuck—

 

“N-No, you idiot… shut up.” She spoke, her voice cracking. Tears flowed freely down her face, and her makeup was running. “I… I’m sorry for crying… I just..” She wiped at her eyes.

 

“Y-Yeah?” I asked, still greatly concerned. “What is it, honey? You can talk to me. I’m here.” I rubbed her sides, trying to provide comfort.

 

“…I just love you so much.” The pterodactyl said, her voice as quiet as a mouse.

 

I froze in place.

 

She… she had said it. The L word. She had said it, and… fuck. She really did pick the perfect time to do it, huh? During sex, during a high emotional point. She… man, she wanted me to cry. And she won.

 

I…. found myself wiping at my own eyes. “I—I love you too, Nasera.” I smiled, cackling through bleary-eyes. “I really do.”

 

“That… that makes me so happy.” She whispered, and leaned her head up. I took my cue, and kissed her.

 

As I kissed her, I inserted myself back inside. I was nearly there. We could finish this, and then we could sleep… we could cuddle. Cuddle for hours. Chuckling to myself, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her above the couch slightly. We were hugging.

 

But I felt myself approaching. “N-Nasera, I’m…”

 

“Do it inside.” She whispered, locking her legs around my back. “Please. I need to feel all of you.”

 

I nodded, my mind too foggy to realize how bad of a judgement call this was. But fuck it. Raising a child, or cumming in the cold. Frankly, I couldn’t find a flaw in my logic. I didn’t wanna be cold. What can I say.

 

As I got to it, I tightened my grip on Nasera. One final thrust, and… the game was over. I began to shoot ropes upon ropes inside of my girlfriend; blowing the biggest load I had ever blown in my entire life. Masturbation and even those pringles can pocket pussies had nothing on the real thing. It was just splurt after splurt after splurt. Part of me was worried it wouldn’t ever stop. I felt like I had filled a soda bottle with cum by the time it stopped.

 

But eventually, it did. My sense of time caught up, too, and I realized that I had been cumming for like 8 seconds max. That’s usually how it went, though. We all lose ourselves in the heat of passion. But… I didn’t think I would lose myself entirely. Not yet, and not tonight. That’s… something future me can worry about.

 

I breathed heavily as I lied on top of Nasera. She wrapped her arms around my back, giving me the back rub of a life time.

 

“Good job…” She whispered. “You did great.”

 

Words she had whispered many, many times throughout our relationship. Words she had said, yelled, cried. Words she had said… always on the track field. After an intense workout. But… always after something she cared about. Something she wanted me to succeed at.

 

And… I guess this is just another one of those things.

 

“I… I love you, Nasera.” I whispered, feeling myself drift slightly.

 

“I… I love you too, Anon.” She choked. “So much.”

 

I nuzzled into her neck, and she nuzzled into mine, the both of us finding sleep to be the best option. I quickly pulled a random throw blanket over us, and closed my eyes.

 

Whatever happened in the morning would happen. The Plan B medication, the freak-out, Ripley walking in on us… it would all go down. But right now? Right now, I’m gonna go to bed with my ptero girlfriend. I’m gonna sleep with her in my arms.

 

And none of you schmucks are gonna stop me. 

[Attached is an image of Nasera with her titty out. She is happy and also crying.]

[POST-NOTES]
    Phew. First time writing smut! And probably the last time. Idk, haha. I liked it but it was weird.

    Hope you guys enjoyed, and, especially you Zucini. I love you dude. You’ve always kept it real.

    https://youtu.be/djWLe1gWI1k