The murder, robbery and drug charges were one thing, but it was the "crimes against nature" and "aggravated sodomy" charges that his mother and father had to hear being read off at his arraignment in the courtroom, that really fucked Corey up. He slowly engulfed more of the head, easing his way down the shaft. I'll make it feel good to you baby, but I really need to fuck you. Stroking For My Nigga Truth be told the right nigga wouldn't even have to take it, I'd give it to him. He might think some ill shit like that, but he'd never do it. Corey sat silently on the bus.
Raisin was not into it. Tony could see Bernard's big black dick pumping in and out of Corey's pretty light brown booty. It seemed everyone in the shop knew him. He was unquestionably bisexual. Drill Sergeant Mitchell Armstrong stood behind the barracks, peering into the window.
Drill Sergeant Mitchell Armstrong stood behind the barracks, peering into the window. Now he had to say goodbye and was much more saddened by that fact than any nigga in county lock-up should've been. Joe was right behind him and Corey thought the nigga's cell must have been near his. Corey was mesmerized by its mass even hidden in his shorts and told himself that the dick was worth the risk he'd taken. Gimme ya number or som'n and we'll get up. Corey immediately took the dirt brown stubby seven inches in his mouth and slowly sucked it. Jones, may I have a word with you?