Steamy Diaries
With a final, brutal push, he buried himself deep inside Clay’s pussy, his cock erupting in a torrent of hot, thick cum.
“Two eighty,” Clay panted, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. “Two ninety, three hundred.”
Deshaun pulled out, his cum dripping from Clay’s hole. As Clay lay there, panting and trembling, he could feel the other men surrounding him, their hands on his body, their cocks rubbing against his face.
“Three hundred days,” Jamal growled, his voice low and menacing. “That’s how long you’ll be locked up, little faggot. And that’s just for today’s session.”