Machine Fucked in Jail: Cassie

Officer Pete slams the cell door open and catches Cassie finger-deep in her own cunt, porn mag spread wide on the bunk. He cuffs her wrists to the frame, metal biting cold. The drilldo whines to life first, plunging into her pussy with brutal, steady strokes. She yelps, thighs shaking. He swaps it for the fucksall—faster, meaner, hammering her until her juices streak down her ass. Then the nightstick: thick, unyielding, shoved up her tight hole while his fingers work her clit. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her. When he finally walks out, Cassie’s body keeps twitching on the mattress. That night the same rough hands haunt her dreams. She wakes wet and aching. Pete’s left the heavy hitters: the Sybian waiting under her hips, the Intruder II already slick and ready. She straddles the vibe, grinds down hard, lets the rumble tear through her. When she can’t take more, she swaps to the Intruder, angling it so it pounds her from behind, each thrust pushing her open wider. Finally she pulls it free, drops to all fours, and drives three fingers into her dripping snatch, knuckles slapping skin. Her moan breaks sharp and short. Spent, she collapses, cuffs still holding her, body humming with the aftershock.