“Dalle stelle,” Dante cursed as he moved closer and I gazed at what I’d unveiled in shock, my mind not able to decipher the leathery, orange-toned skin. It was definitely part of a body, some spandex torn open around it and the silver pipe clutched between what looked like- “Is that a bare ass?” Dante whispered, confirming my worst fears as the pipe continued to whistle and the air expelled from it puffed into my mouth. “Ah!” I reared backwards, spitting on the ground and wiping my tongue over and over against my sleeve. “Why is there a whistling ass in that pile of rocks?!”
