
Officer Brody works the night shift like a cat with a live mouse. He picks Seamus O'Reilly for tonight's game. The young redhead stands in his cell, jumper already halfway down. Brody tells him to bend and spread. The polished nightstick slides in without mercy, five inches of oak stretching the tight ring open. O'Reilly grunts, but the cop keeps pounding the wooden shaft deeper. Then the gloves come out. Brody balls his fist and drives it straight up the same hole. O'Reilly's protests turn into ragged breathing. He drops onto his back, one hand working his own hole, the other jerking his thick Irish cock. Brody towers above, beating his ten-inch prick until thick ropes of cum splash across the prisoner's abs. Both men keep stroking through the aftershocks, the cell stinking of sweat and fresh spunk.
Officer Brody works the night shift like a cat with a live mouse. He picks Seamus O'Reilly for tonight's game. The young redhead stands in his cell, jumper already halfway down. Brody tells him to bend and spread. The polished nightstick slides in without mercy, five inches of oak stretching the tight ring open. O'Reilly grunts, but the cop keeps pounding the wooden shaft deeper. Then the gloves come out. Brody balls his fist and drives it straight up the same hole. O'Reilly's protests turn into ragged breathing. He drops onto his back, one hand working his own hole, the other jerking his thick Irish cock. Brody towers above, beating his ten-inch prick until thick ropes of cum splash across the prisoner's abs. Both men keep stroking through the aftershocks, the cell stinking of sweat and fresh spunk.