Zaref
Anatomy is destiny
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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"
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"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