Scholarships, housing, your whole future. His boxers sagged low under gym shorts, his fat dick already printin’. “Don’t say nothin’ wild,” Tyreese muttered. Gay sex Just opened wide and let it all slide in, nose pressed to Ryan’s pelvis, spit flooding down his chin. Brent stepped behind and slapped his face. “This n***a mouth better than his mama’s.” Leticia moaned behind the mic. “Every gag is praise.” Round Two: Malik’s Hole Dean climbed up behind Malik and didn’t stop to warn him. He shoved in dry. He didn’t move fast enough—Brent pressed up against him, both hands sliding down his back. “You got a weapon in these pants?” Brent growled, gripping the waistband. Ty flinched when Brent’s hand cupped that fat, soft ass. “What’s your name?” “Rico.” “Mmm. Guttural. Raw. Dre’s eyes widened. “On your knees.” 4:53 p.m. This you?” Tyreese nodded again, whispering. “Fuckin’ tight… you been holding this for a real man.” Tariq couldn’t speak. Hoodie pulled halfway over his head, dragging a black shopping bag, shoulders flexing with every step. When we decide who gets a second chance.” Ryan’s throat moved when he swallowed. Mitchell stepped in from the back, tossing Brent a file. Just threw on a hoodie, his badge, and nothing under his joggers. “But I been wantin’ to watch him get… used.” Tyreese looked shook. Bald head, salt-and-pepper beard, heavy gold wedding band, and a walk
