Fingered in the Cells

New inmates arrive at the stark, fluorescent-lit intake facility, their worlds reduced to concrete and steel. Among them, a vulnerable young woman, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. The guard, a stern woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, leads her to a private room. "Strip," she commands, her voice echoing in the cold space. The inmate hesitates, then complies, her body trembling. The guard runs her hands over the inmate's curves, her fingers lingering on her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She leans in, her breath hot on the inmate's ear, "Spread your legs," she growls. The inmate gasps as the guard's fingers find her wet, eager pussy, stroking it with a practiced, firm touch.

• fingering
• jail

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