Indecent Encounters

Alessio Romero shoves a dripping Kyle Woods back into the cell block, shirt open, cock already out and hard. He pushes the thick head past the pig’s lips and buries it down his throat in one thrust. Next door, Tommy Rawlins watches, slowly pumping his own cock, eyes locked on the show. Kyle gags but keeps both hands busy—one gripping his shaft, the other squeezing his balls—never pulling off. Romero’s hips snap forward, spit and throat-slime flying, and he leans in to spit across Kyle’s flushed face before slapping it hard. Tommy’s fist moves faster. Romero yanks Kyle’s ginger mohawk, drives in balls-deep, and growls for him to piss. Hot piss sprays Romero’s jeans and splatters the floor; Romero answers with a stinging smack to Kyle’s wet chest, then jams three piss-soaked fingers down his throat. More piss follows, drenching Kyle’s chest and cock. The pig swallows Romero’s dick to the root again, nose mashed to pubes. Romero’s breathing tightens; he pulls out and shoots thick ropes across Kyle’s chest and stomach. Still gripping the mohawk, he forces Kyle to shoot next, the load streaking the wet floor. Romero shoves the pig back into the hole, slams the door, and walks out. In the next cell Tommy’s strokes turn frantic; he grunts, paints his palm, then licks every drop off his fingers.