Prisoner's Intimate Jailhouse Welcome
The dimly lit intake room echoes with the sound of metal clanking against metal, a stark contrast to the soft moans of the new inmate. The officer, a stern man with a hint of a tattoo peeking from his collar, watches her closely as she's processed. As she's turned around, her eyes meet his, and a silent understanding passes between them. He steps closer, his large hands gripping her shoulders, turning her to face the wall. He leans in, his voice low, "Spread 'em." She complies, feeling the cool air against her newly bared skin. He runs his hands down her back, over her ass, and between her legs. She arches into his touch as he fingers her, her wetness coating his digits. He growls, "You're a hungry one, aren't you?" before pushing her forward, ready to take her hard and fast.