Thug Passion

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He’s been in prison for years searching His soul,
What He has done. Life is a puzzle to Him,
So confusing and life seems so short.
To be living in lies and deceit.
A black man is this society has no reason to live,
In undying passion.
The guard comes and opens the door to His cell
He goes to the showers
As the waters run down His strong back
Erasing all the sins burden He has carried on His shoulders
The Men arrive
The Man of the group sees Him
He begins washing himself beside Him
The Men crowd around Him
The water run down their backs
The Men groped themselves
He look his way, and proceeds with His shower
The Man glance at Him and The Men get closer
The Man touches Him and seizes him
He screams as The Man take him prisoner
The Man forces him on his knees, penetrates his mouth
He sucks The Man’s huge black stick
The Man forces him deeper, slaughtering his mouth
The Men wanted theirs
He mouth’d all their dicks
The Man stood him up against the wall
He was his
He stroke his member
He enters Him
With a violent vengeance
Ramming him full of flame
And continues his fury thrust into Him
He held onto the wall, as The Man pounded him into Him
The Man roars
He brace himself against the wall
The Men each one filled him with their thick desire to have Him
Each one ram hard inside Him hard against the wall
They laid Him down in the floor
One laid on the bottom of Him and the other on top of Him
The Men fuck him brutally with no mercy of Him
Until each one starts coming inside Him over and over
The Man and Men left satisfied
He arise from His ordeal His torn body
He finishes taking his shower.

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LesseloovesPeterLesseloovesPeterover 10 years ago

Yikes. We really need a more effective prison system.