He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, wiped his hand on his prison uniform. xxx It ran slowly down her face as he squeezed her cheeks, working her teeth and lips against the rubber baton they’d strapped there earlier. She was moaning and jerking up and down, her head shaking side to side, panting hard until finally, just as she was about to cum, Fat Ron motioned to the doctor to turn on the juice. “Look at me, bitch.” She opened her eyes as much as she could manage. “Amazing,” he muttered, jotting something down on his clipboard. Peter and the doctor listened to the chain dragging behind him as he walked toward Daisy. Peter could see Fat Ron’s hardon straining against the orange fabric. Peter and the doctor listened to the chain dragging behind him as he walked toward Daisy.
