Prison goddess

Glenn's cell door finally opens. Freedom smells like disinfectant and sweat. Lana blocks the exit, laughing as she tears his papers in half. She waves the spare copy. "Show me how bad you want it." He drops. She turns, lifts her skirt, presses his face into her pantyhose-covered ass. He kisses, licks, begs. She grinds. Her heels come off and his mouth moves to her toes, sucking, cleaning, desperate. She walks. He crawls behind. At the toilet she sits, spreads, and shoves his tongue where it belongs. His tongue works. She moans. He swallows every drop of power she gives him.