Masyn Thorne Barters Roman Todd's Call for His Ass
In the dimly lit, cramped prison cell, Masyn Thorne, the stern guard, finds herself captivated by the sight of Roman Todd, his muscular physique and smooth skin sending waves of desire through her. She propositions him, her voice low and sultry, "A phone call for a taste of that cock." Roman, desperate for a connection with the outside world, agrees. Masyn's mouth waters as she takes in Roman's substantial length, her fingers tracing the veins as she strokes him. She teases his hole with her tongue, rimming him until he's squirming. Roman, eager to reciprocate, takes Masyn's clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking expertly. Their bodies press together, their need for release palpable. Masyn mounts Roman, guiding his cock into her ass. She rides him, her tits bouncing, as he grips her hips, pulling her down onto him. The cell shakes with their fervor, their moans a symphony of carnal pleasure.