Fuck me, Ches

Chas used to sit in his trailer. And he drank beer, watching porn, and getting excited breathing heavily. Meanwhile, Dee was in his room, his carcass was smeared on his face, and his guitar was broken into pieces. His father had left him a scar, just like Gustav had once done. After waiting for it to become quiet in the metallists' house, the guy twisted the sheets with a tourniquet and opened the window, tying the edge of the "Rope" to the bed, the first thing he did was climb onto the window sill and put his feet into the open space, holding on to the edge of the window sill with his fingers. His feet, out of habit, began to feel the ground under his feet, but it was not there, the guy released his grip a little and when the fastenings of the opening window were already there, he grabbed the rope with his hands and quickly went down. The blond hissed from the oppressive pain, on the soft fabric of the pads. Soon the pain subsided and the guy rushed to Chas's house. There was a knock on the door, and grabbing his shirt, he began to cover his intimate areas. A young man stood in front of him, the blond man looked at the Brunette as if at something incredible. — Can I come in now? "What is it?" he asked rudely