Yeah, I was a prison bitch
Yeah, I did some prison time not long back. Fuckin’ NARCs got me with a half pound of pot. I tried telling them it was personal use, but they didn’t believe me. They booked me for intent to distribute … as if I was going to share any of that good shit.
Anyway, in prison you’re always trying to dodge dick … it comes at you from all sides. Everytime I turned around, someone was saying they wanted to make me their prison bitch. After getting rammed a couple times, I figured out a way to beat it.
Anytime one of the guys would come at me like he was interested, I’d whip out my dick and start pounding away … and I wouldn’t stop until they gave up … after all, how are they gonna concentrate on their business when they see my red python getting so much action?
My problem is that now I’m back out on the streets, I can’t get hard without thinking about some of that strange cock coming at me. Give me a call, tell me how much you want to tap my ass … I’ll be spanking my monkey big time.
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