Clav meets true Tyron in the prison (Fanfic)

[Zaref]

First night in gen pop. Lights out. True Tyron who's 6’6”, 280 lbs of prison muscle, skin like midnight, dick rumor says 9x7 slides into Clav’s bunk like he owns it.

"Pretty white boy with the sharp jaw,” Tyron whispers. “Heard you like running over my people. Time to run somethin’ over you

Clav tries to explain him "Bro it was just an accident" Tyron doesn’t wait. Grabs Clav by the throat, flips him face-down like a ragdoll. Two other homies pin his wrists. No spit, no lube, no mercy. Tyron lines up and rams in his BBC raw feels like a prison shank made of meat. Clav’s virgin asshole tears open with a wet pop, blood slicking everything. He screams into the pillow sounds like a dying cat getting stepped on.

Tyron pounds like he’s trying to rearrange Clav’s organs. Every thrust punches the air out of Clav’s lungs. “This for my dead nigga, bitch"

REP FOR PART 2

 

[Zaref]

Bump

 

[dumb]

Bump

 

[nsk4ll]

First night in gen pop. Lights out. True Tyron who's 6’6”, 280 lbs of prison muscle, skin like midnight, dick rumor says 9x7 slides into Clav’s bunk like he owns it.

"Pretty white boy with the sharp jaw,” Tyron whispers. “Heard you like running over my people. Time to run somethin’ over you

Clav tries to explain him "Bro it was just an accident" Tyron doesn’t wait. Grabs Clav by the throat, flips him face-down like a ragdoll. Two other homies pin his wrists. No spit, no lube, no mercy. Tyron lines up and rams in his BBC raw feels like a prison shank made of meat. Clav’s virgin asshole tears open with a wet pop, blood slicking everything. He screams into the pillow sounds like a dying cat getting stepped on.

Tyron pounds like he’s trying to rearrange Clav’s organs. Every thrust punches the air out of Clav’s lungs. “This for my dead nigga, bitch"

REP FOR PART 2

mirin effort

 

[afroheadluke]

did you actually make this like did you actually make this

did you actually just make this

next thing you know your parents gonna be like “oh we didn’t see the signs!”

 

[afroheadluke]

and you had the audacity to add “REP FOR PART 2” nigga fuck you and off

 

[vernier]

 

[Snoofy]

and you had the audacity to add “REP FOR PART 2” nigga fuck you and off

Ngl it’s pretty fire

 

[Zaref]

did you actually make this like did you actually make this

did you actually just make this

next thing you know your parents gonna be like “oh we didn’t see the signs!”

You're just jealous you don't get to be the true Tyron

 

[OnlyWs]

Nigga release part 2 quick so I can stop edging and BUST

 

[Orka]

First night in gen pop. Lights out. True Tyron who's 6’6”, 280 lbs of prison muscle, skin like midnight, dick rumor says 9x7 slides into Clav’s bunk like he owns it.

"Pretty white boy with the sharp jaw,” Tyron whispers. “Heard you like running over my people. Time to run somethin’ over you

Clav tries to explain him "Bro it was just an accident" Tyron doesn’t wait. Grabs Clav by the throat, flips him face-down like a ragdoll. Two other homies pin his wrists. No spit, no lube, no mercy. Tyron lines up and rams in his BBC raw feels like a prison shank made of meat. Clav’s virgin asshole tears open with a wet pop, blood slicking everything. He screams into the pillow sounds like a dying cat getting stepped on.

Tyron pounds like he’s trying to rearrange Clav’s organs. Every thrust punches the air out of Clav’s lungs. “This for my dead nigga, bitch"

REP FOR PART 2

People really do anything but looksmax huh

 

[Zaref]

Nigga release part 2 quick so I can stop edging and BUST

Wait for it

 

[Zaref]

People really do anything but looksmax huh

In part 2 I'll reveal the ultimate secret to ascend using this method

 

[rawhoneylover67]

First night in gen pop. Lights out. True Tyron who's 6’6”, 280 lbs of prison muscle, skin like midnight, dick rumor says 9x7 slides into Clav’s bunk like he owns it.

"Pretty white boy with the sharp jaw,” Tyron whispers. “Heard you like running over my people. Time to run somethin’ over you

Clav tries to explain him "Bro it was just an accident" Tyron doesn’t wait. Grabs Clav by the throat, flips him face-down like a ragdoll. Two other homies pin his wrists. No spit, no lube, no mercy. Tyron lines up and rams in his BBC raw feels like a prison shank made of meat. Clav’s virgin asshole tears open with a wet pop, blood slicking everything. He screams into the pillow sounds like a dying cat getting stepped on.

Tyron pounds like he’s trying to rearrange Clav’s organs. Every thrust punches the air out of Clav’s lungs. “This for my dead nigga, bitch"

REP FOR PART 2

Imma need you to kill yourself

 

[rawr]

i have to kill myself after reading this i cant just stay alive after this dude

 

[Romxnus753AC]

First night in gen pop. Lights out. True Tyron who's 6’6”, 280 lbs of prison muscle, skin like midnight, dick rumor says 9x7 slides into Clav’s bunk like he owns it.

"Pretty white boy with the sharp jaw,” Tyron whispers. “Heard you like running over my people. Time to run somethin’ over you

Clav tries to explain him "Bro it was just an accident" Tyron doesn’t wait. Grabs Clav by the throat, flips him face-down like a ragdoll. Two other homies pin his wrists. No spit, no lube, no mercy. Tyron lines up and rams in his BBC raw feels like a prison shank made of meat. Clav’s virgin asshole tears open with a wet pop, blood slicking everything. He screams into the pillow sounds like a dying cat getting stepped on.

Tyron pounds like he’s trying to rearrange Clav’s organs. Every thrust punches the air out of Clav’s lungs. “This for my dead nigga, bitch"

REP FOR PART 2

what kind of black cope is this, is this sum fetish shit

 

[ihateevb]

First night in gen pop. Lights out. True Tyron who's 6’6”, 280 lbs of prison muscle, skin like midnight, dick rumor says 9x7 slides into Clav’s bunk like he owns it.

"Pretty white boy with the sharp jaw,” Tyron whispers. “Heard you like running over my people. Time to run somethin’ over you

Clav tries to explain him "Bro it was just an accident" Tyron doesn’t wait. Grabs Clav by the throat, flips him face-down like a ragdoll. Two other homies pin his wrists. No spit, no lube, no mercy. Tyron lines up and rams in his BBC raw feels like a prison shank made of meat. Clav’s virgin asshole tears open with a wet pop, blood slicking everything. He screams into the pillow sounds like a dying cat getting stepped on.

Tyron pounds like he’s trying to rearrange Clav’s organs. Every thrust punches the air out of Clav’s lungs. “This for my dead nigga, bitch"

REP FOR PART 2