“All rise,” a sexy baritone voice announced from the black muscle-bound Bailiff as he continued speaking to the brimming courtroom gallery, “The Superior Court is now in session. Honorable Judge Ricardo Sandoval presiding. Docket Sixty-Nine: Rutherford vs. Kim. Please be seated.”
At the defense table, the legal counsel of Rearin sat with the Defendant alone until a chirp of the back courtroom door exhibited a tidied up Conor McKinley, whose stroll to the defense table was observed by the jurors in the box.
McKinley’s athletic body and confident attitude were a breath of fresh air to this otherwise dull experience for the twelve sequestered jurors.
His firm enhanced butt brought a tingle to those jurors with wandering minds. Conor’s tailored
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I know you’re going to enjoy it, his male classmates would pull their dicks out and wave them in front of his face in the Locker Room.
God, he hated his childhood.
Thoughts of suicide had raced in his mind countless times.
Kim impulsively swiped the precum over his thumb and nervously inserted it upon his awaiting succulent lips as the Prosecution continued their portrayal of a madman.
Min-jun prayed that no one noticed.
Nonetheless, what Kim didn’t observe was Juror Number Nine nodding his head with a Cheshire cat smile. All the while, that Juror’s own cock began swelling with thoughts of the ravishing this defendant.
I most stop such foolish before someone catches me.
With Conor’s elbow leaning on the table, McKinley noticed Juror Number Nine’s expression.
Why is he looking horny?
And then, Conor glanced at Kim whose purple dickhead was exposed.
What the…
Damn, I didn’t know this Asian dude had much a long dick.
Conor cleared his throat loudly as to signal to Kim to stop his jerk-off session.
Rearin spoke in a whisper tone, “What’s going on?”
“I think our client needs a restroom break,” Conor replied.
Judge Sandoval spoke-up, “Counsel, Is everything okay over
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Conor decided to join him. He unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt, causing them to fall to his ankles. Conor’s pink thong was bulging at his basket as he retrieved his cock. He heard his piss hit the china bowl and unconsciously glazed towards Min-jun’s cock.
Min-jun’s dick swung completely free as it continued curving upwardly until thumping against his abs.
Conor thought, I’ve got to ride that.
McKinley's cockshaft spontaneously swelled in his hand.
Conor said as he turned to Min-jun, “We got fourteen minutes; I want you to fuck my ass.”
Min-jun smiled for the first time as he moved towards Conor. They French kissed, while Min-jun slapped Conor’s bubble butt. During their passionate embrace, Min-jun’s fingers played with Conor’s pink thong, exploring its outline that traced under Conor’s muscular ass cheek.
“Good. No more fuck me like Rutherford lady. It hurt me,” Min-jun said, and continued in hormonal rage, “I want to fuck, now.”
Conor’s eyebrow rose about Min-jun’s comment, but he didn’t have enough time to question his client about the pending court case.
Conor thought, Besides, he figured there had been a sexual tryst among the three of