*Andre looks up, realizing that once again punks from the nearby city have torn down all hir signs.  At least shi got half of them and digested them right off the bat this time.*  Dagum punks.  Ah, well... that just means extra time for you, then, for that little insult... *Andre is a little off the viscious end, after  the Cosmo incident. Another slurck signals Dragox being in up to his navel in the compressing tube of flesh inside of Andre's member, with liquid slowly oozing out around him, lubricating his inwards motion and sticking him up.  The heat is intense in there, the passage unforgivingly squashing.*