
Drew Sebastian owns Devin Franco in a concrete cell. Chains bite at Devin's wrists and ankles while the guard feeds him every inch of a cock thick enough to split him open. Positions change, the pace never does. Drew slams deep, pulls back slow, then hammers again, each thrust shaking the cot. Devin growls, pushes back, greedy for more. Sweat runs down their bodies. When Devin finally shoots across his own abs, Drew follows, painting him from chest to navel. Marker comes out next. Drew scrawls 'Prison Bitch' across Devin's pecs in bold black strokes, then leans in and whispers that nobody else touches what belongs to him now. Devin lies there, marked, spent, and already hungry for the next shift.
Drew Sebastian owns Devin Franco in a concrete cell. Chains bite at Devin's wrists and ankles while the guard feeds him every inch of a cock thick enough to split him open. Positions change, the pace never does. Drew slams deep, pulls back slow, then hammers again, each thrust shaking the cot. Devin growls, pushes back, greedy for more. Sweat runs down their bodies. When Devin finally shoots across his own abs, Drew follows, painting him from chest to navel. Marker comes out next. Drew scrawls 'Prison Bitch' across Devin's pecs in bold black strokes, then leans in and whispers that nobody else touches what belongs to him now. Devin lies there, marked, spent, and already hungry for the next shift.