I Got Fucked By My Probation Officer 7 - Scene 1

Officer Jerry kicked open the damn door and the cold fluorescent light hit Michelle Anthony sprawled on her bunk like she owned the cellblock. She didn't flinch. Her eyes slid down to the thick meat pressed hard against his zipper. "Fuck a piss test," she purred, fingers already hooking under her orange jumpsuit, yanking it open so her slick cunt glistened under the glare. "How about a pussy test instead?" Jerry moved fast, belt clinking loose, cock springing free, and buried himself to the hilt in one savage thrust. Michelle took every inch like she had scores to settle. Her thighs locked around his hips, heels digging into his ass. He slammed into her again, deeper, until the metal cot slammed the wall and cheap sheets stuck to her sweat-slick skin. Wet, obscene sounds filled the tiny space every time he bottomed out, her pussy gripping him like it wanted to bruise. She clawed his uniform open and dragged her tongue over the tattoo on his collarbone, tasting salt and authority. When he pressed two fingers against her throat, her cunt fluttered and she came with a low, feral growl. He kept pounding, pushing the orgasm longer, turning her into a slick, shaking mess before he finally flooded her, thick spurts filling her until it leaked out around his still-twitching cock. She grinned, tongue running over her bottom lip. "Guess I passed."