Prison Guard Seduction!

Sovereign Syre stood in full uniform. Her hips curved like a question mark and she’d been waiting all week to break the rules. Natasha waited in the cell, small frame braced against cold bars. They lunged. Tongues met first, greedy and rough. Uniform buttons popped fast. Black fabric slipped off tight bellies until nothing hung between skin and open air. Sovereign backed the smaller woman to the bunk, spread her knees, and sank to her tongue. Natasha arched, breath sharp, then twisted forward to return the favor. They stayed locked, faces buried between thighs, fingers sliding into heat while mouths worked without mercy. Moans ricocheted off concrete. Each lap at slick folds pulled another gasp, every wet press of knuckles drove both bodies higher until the climax tore through them like a live wire. They shuddered together, sweat-slick and quiet again, catching their breath in the dim cell light.