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It made me shiver but his hands went slack to grab the sheets under him. I took this opportunity to move back further. It was silly, but I had looked up some gay porn. Honestly, I didn’t know how this worked but I knew half the battle was getting hard and porn didn’t do it for me. This man, though, was everything I wanted and needed. The way he writhed, breathed, moaned, was everything to me and I needed him. Putting my fingers in my mouth, I ran my tongue over the two of them and then took them out. My heart hammered as I placed them at his asshole. He jumped for a second but as I slowly pushed my fingers inside, I watched his body.

I showered the fastest I could, immediately getting out right after. "What are you looking at, new one? You are a pretty face." An inmate stopped me before I could make my leave. I cringed but hid it before the man see that I was growing afraid of our situation. How could I not stare when his meat was hanging freely in front of him, spurting a hard on. The guy-- he was about a good foot taller than me-- inched closer to my side. My chin rose meeting his eyes, black like his soul. "I'm straight man. You can keep it to yourself. Fuck off," I said, not breaking the eye contact. It would be idiocy to show him that I was sweating under my clothes.

Too late. “No, rape is when a mob of Mothers twice your age use electric prods to force you down on the ground, when they hold you down and shoot you up with double the amount of the shit they usually give you to get you hard so you have no choice but to react, so that all of them--all ten or twelve or so many you can’t keep track anymore--take a turn riding you like you’re a not even human, not even an animal, but a machine, like an unfeeling, plastic dick not attached to a mind or a soul. That, Daniel-whoever-the-hell-you-are, is rape!”

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

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“My cousin sent me this one. He said it’s wild. I actually liked it.” He hit play. The video loaded. It was a gay p**n scene, two guys going at it hard. One was lean, and the other muscular. The lean one was on his knees, throat bulging as he deepthroated a thick, veiny cock. The top groaned, gripping his hair and face-fucking him mercilessly, spit and precum dripping everywhere. My heart slammed in my chest. This was exactly the kind of shit I watched alone, late at night, when Jayden sent me straight p**n links. I’d always sneak off to the gay sections instead, stroking myself raw to guys getting railed, bred, and turned into moaning sluts.

Before I could protest the emptiness, he slammed three thick fingers into my weeping hole. Curling them brutally against my walls while his thumb ground down on my swollen clit. “Lila Desire, you filthy cam whore. Your tight hole is clenching for my cock now. I’ll brutalize it and flood your womb with cum until you black out squirting.” He fingered me harder, scissorsing wide to stretch me. Obscenities poured from his lips, filthier than his streams. “Imagine my cock choking your throat, cum dripping down your chin while I rail this greedy cunt.”

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

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