Litchfield Meat Locker
When you’re driving to litchfield with your date, you ask her to perform road head when you get on route 202. Once you hit Bantam lake and her mouth is balls deep on your cock, you slam the breaks unexpectedly and her head goes forward and hits the bottom of the steering wheel, knocking her unconscious and her jaw locks up. Now you have a nice locker for your meat while in litchfield.
John: did you get lucky at the end of the night?
Pat: well on the ride back to her place, I did give her the litchfield meat locker!
John: good job buddy
Pat: well on the ride back to her place, I did give her the litchfield meat locker!
John: good job buddy