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I can’t resist that hole.
I fed a first token into the arcade machine, taking care not to touch the no-doubt sticky slot. I began jacking my erect cock in cadence with the prison guard’s BBC pounding the ass of a tiny white T-girl. A shadow passed across the previously illuminated glory hole to my right, then predictably, two fingers slid through the duct tape-lined orifice. Without much thought, I rotated and slipped my rod through the hole and i...