The Bail

Alexis sits behind bars with nowhere else to turn. She knows one sure way out, so she rises and meets the jailor’s eyes. Her hand slides through the bars, fingers tracing the hard line already pressing against his trousers. He steps closer. She frees him, parts her lips and takes him deep, slow strokes turning wet and warm. The jailor groans, pushes the door open. Alexis turns, spreads, offers her bare cunt. He grips her hips, drives in hard. She rocks back to meet every thrust, the tight pink heat squeezing him. Each stroke brings her closer to freedom, and she uses every inch of her body to claim it.