Jessica visits the boys in prison

Jessica knows exactly what the boys need behind those walls. Locked away, backed up, no pussy for months—she walks in and they sit up straight. She takes her time. Spreads her legs. Tells them what to do. They obey. Mouths on her, hungry, licking her cunt like it’s the last meal they’ll ever taste. She grabs the bars for balance, hips rolling, letting them suck and slurp while she watches. Their hands reach through the gaps, fingers digging into her soft flesh, squeezing those big tits until the skin flushes pink. She likes it rough. Likes being handled. The way they groan into her cunt, desperate, grateful, makes her wetter. Her breasts hang heavy, swaying with every movement. Jessica arches her back, pushes her chest out, lets them bury their faces between them. She doesn’t rush. She controls it. Every lick, every squeeze, every moan—she owns it. A blonde with curves like that and a taste for hard men? She’s exactly what they’ve been missing.