Prison Bitch - Cali Confidential

Fluffy steps onto the cell block with his new badge still shiny. The first thing he sees is Cali leaning against the bars like she owns the joint—dark hair, sharp eyes, business shirt half-unbuttoned, slacks hugging her ass. She catches him staring and smiles like she already knows what he’s thinking. “New meat,” she says. “I run this place, guard. Want to walk out breathing? Better get on your knees and kiss these heels.” His pride takes a hit, but his cock twitches at the order. He drops, lips brushing the leather. She laughs low in her throat, then snaps her fingers. “Cell. Now. Door stays open so everyone sees what you are.” Inside, she strips him down to his knees again. Face meets the warm crack of her ass. She grabs his hair, pulls him in deeper—tongue working over her hole, licking, sucking, worshipping every inch she gives him. She grinds back, smothering his face, then flips around to plant her bare feet on his tongue, toes spreading, arches pressing hard. Every taste makes him harder, every command makes him smaller. She uses him until the whole block hears the wet sounds and knows exactly who owns the new guard.