FATED TO F*CK
“Hey! Give me some. My buddy’s itching already.”
“You’re a disturbance. I’m about to finish,” Grey grumbled.
“Let me go first. Hand me your bag,” Blue demanded.
Grey scratched his head, stood up, and handed over his bag, which had a small bottle of lube disguised in an alcohol container to avoid suspicion from guards.
Blue took some lube and applied it to his palm. He started stroking himself, moving his hand up and down his erection. After a few minutes, he climaxed. He washed himself, then stepped out of the cubicle.
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