“Mason,” she half whimpered as I kept stroking her, wanting to feel her pussy grip me again and she writhed like she could hardly take it, her skin over-sensitised as my rough fingers worked her up toward another explosion. “Come for me, Twelve,” I used her inmate name, making her snarl angrily and I smirked like an asshole as I enjoyed having her like this. She couldn’t escape, all she could do was come on my cock and scream like a good girl when she really wanted to be a bad one.
grrrrrrrrr
