Jailhouse Fuck

Jamaica stands caged, eyes locked on Ivana Sugar like she’s the last meal he’ll ever taste. She leans against the bars—cool, blonde, and sharp-tongued—yet the way she traces her lip tells him she’s already wet. He frees his cock, thick, veined, impossibly dark, and her breath catches. She slips inside, drops to her knees without a word, and swallows him until her nose brushes his belly. Spit trails down her chin; her throat works in greedy gulps. Footsteps. Bob appears in the doorway, belt already open. One look and he steps behind her, yanks her uniform down, and pushes straight into her ass. Ivana moans around Jamaica’s shaft, the sound wet and raw. Bob drives deeper, balls slapping skin, while she rocks between them—mouth full of black cock, ass stretched wide by the second man. Her blonde hair swings with every thrust. Jamaica grips the bars, hips snapping forward until he floods her throat; Bob follows seconds later, pumping her ass full until it leaks down her thighs. She stays on her knees, breathing hard, cum glistening on her lips and trickling from her stretched hole.