Fingering at Jail Intake

The clink of metal bars echoes as the guard leads the new prisoner to the intake desk, her eyes lingering on the woman's full figure. The guard's fingers dance expertly over the inmate's body, tracing the outline of her curves, her breath catching as the guard's touch lingers on her inner thighs. The guard's voice is firm yet laced with a hint of desire, "You're going to have to learn to keep that under control in here, sweetheart. But for now," she leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper, "let's make sure you're... comfortable." Her fingers slip beneath the inmate's clothing, finding her wet, swollen clit, the inmate's gasp echoing through the empty cell.

• fingering
• jail

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