Jail

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The dim jail cell buzzed with tension as the female guard stalked in, her tight pantyhose shimmering under the flickering light, gun holstered at her hip.

ACTOR1: Hands against the wall, inmate. Strip. Now.

ACTOR2: Fuck… you’re not wearing anything under that uniform, are you?

NARRATOR: She smirked, peeling her top off, full tits bouncing free, her pussy outlined through sheer pantyhose.

ACTOR1: You like what you see, convict?

ACTOR2: I’d like it more if your gun wasn’t pointed at my dick.

NARRATOR: She pressed the cold barrel against his throbbing cock, her other hand sliding under her waistband.

ACTOR1: Then beg for it.

ACTOR2: Fuck—please… let me taste that wet cunt.

NARRATOR: She moaned as his tongue ripped through the pantyhose, lapping at her swollen clit. She ground against his face, fingers twisting in his hair.

ACTOR1: Faster. Don’t stop—oh god—

NARRATOR: Her thighs clenched around his head as she came, shuddering. Then she shoved him onto the cot, straddling him.

ACTOR1: My turn.

NARRATOR: She sank onto his rock-hard cock, bouncing hard, pantyhose ripping as she took every inch.

ACTOR2: Shit—you’re gonna make me—

NARRATOR: He exploded inside her, but she kept riding, chasing her own orgasm.

ACTOR1: Again. Fuck me again—

NARRATOR: His cock twitched back to life, and she moaned as he flipped her over, slamming into her dripping pussy from behind.