Eliska's prison job

Eliska Cross keeps the uniform tight and the power in her grip. She has one inmate drop to the floor and run his tongue along the shiny stiletto, then up the sheer stocking that hugs her calf. She tilts her foot, makes him take the heel, and watches him strain in the orange jumpsuit. Satisfied, she stands, hikes the skirt, and slides both stocking-clad legs around his cock. Slow strokes, warm nylon gripping and sliding until the vein starts to throb hard against her. She stops right there. Sends him away with his shaft slick and desperate. Alone now, she sinks into the chair, spreads her knees, and slips two fingers beneath the lace. One slow circle over her clit, then deeper, hips rocking against her own hand until the first sharp breath breaks into soft, wet sounds that fill the quiet cell.