Lawless

Officer Steele stalks the cellblock like he owns every inch of it, a uniform cop who gets off on making inmates squirm. He clocks James Aaron alone on his bunk, zeroing in on the prisoner with hungry intent. Steele jams his cock through the bars and tells Aaron to suck it, no debate. Once inside the cell the uniform comes halfway off and the game shifts fast. They trade fists on the narrow bunk, gloved hands pushing deep, knuckles working past tight rings until each hole gapes wide. Spit strings between them, thick and shiny. Steele grabs a fat dildo from his belt, works it in alongside his fist, and Aaron groans around it. They swap turns, each shoving his arm farther until the other man’s belly bulges. Sweat drips. Loads spray across the concrete floor in long, messy ropes. Steele wipes his dripping hand across Aaron’s face, then licks the mess from his own knuckles before the scene cuts out.