Fingered & Frisked: First Night in Jail

In the cold, harsh light of the intake room, a fresh inmate stands trembling. The guard, a towering figure with a knowing smirk, begins the pat-down. Her gloved hands trace the inmate's body, lingering on her hips, her ass, her tits. The guard's fingers slip beneath the inmate's clothes, stroking her skin, making her gasp. The guard leans in, her breath hot on the inmate's ear, "You're going to love it here, sweetheart. We'll fuck that jailhouse anxiety right out of you."

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