The corrections officer, a seasoned veteran, guides the fresh fish to her first cell. He's seen it all, but this one's got a fire in her eyes that stirs his loins. He leans in, "You know the drill, inmate. Strip, spread, and touch yourself." She does, her fingers dancing over her slick folds, her breath hitching. He unzips, his hard cock springing out. "You like that, don't you, you little jailhouse slut?" She nods, "Yes, sir. I wanna taste it." He chuckles, "Not today, sweetheart. Today, I make you come with my fingers, like the good little inmate you're gonna be.