Caged Beast

Savannah's uniform hugs her like a second skin. The brunette guard steps inside the cell, eyes on the caged man whose stare burns hotter than any lockdown light. She stands over him, fingers tracing the cold bars. One button at a time, the uniform loosens. She drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth, tongue working every inch until spit runs down his hairy shaft. The convict groans through the metal, hands gripping nothing while she swallows him deeper. She rises, turns, and braces against the bars. Savannah lifts the hem of her skirt, spreads her cheeks, and sinks back until his thick cock pushes past the tight ring of her ass. The cell echoes with the sound of skin meeting skin. She works her hips in steady rolls, taking him deeper with every thrust. The convict bucks up from the cot, driving into her with all the strength the bars will allow. Sweat beads at the small of her back. Her cunt drips untouched while he splits her ass, every stroke sending a wet slap through the narrow space. Savannah bites her lip, reaches down, rubs her swollen clit in time with his pounding. The pace builds until her voice cracks, until the convict stiffens and spills hot inside her. She stays there, breathing hard, still holding him deep, uniform wrinkled, hair wild, the cell now thick with the smell of sex.