The Drifter - Part 1

I'm locked in this dingy cell, pounding the bars and swearing my innocence to deaf ears. The male deputy's a snarling prick, itching to rough me up, but that fiery redhead, Deputy Taylor, eyes me like fresh meat—her gaze lingering on my bulge as she licks her lips. Soon as he's gone, she saunters close, whispering how bad she wants my thick pistol. Her soft mouth crashes against mine through the bars, tongue invading hungrily, then she drops to her knees, yanking out my throbbing cock and devouring it deep, slurping and gagging like a starved slut, her spit dripping down my shaft. She can't get enough—fumbles with the keys, slips inside, and shoves me back on the bunk. I rip open her uniform, mauling those perky tits while she grinds her soaked pussy on my face, juices flooding my mouth. Then she impales herself on my rock-hard dick, bouncing wildly, her tight walls clenching as I pound up into her, flipping her over to drill her doggy-style until she's screaming for my load. I pull out and blast ropes of hot cum across her pretty face, glazing her cheeks and tongue as she laps it up greedily. But freedom calls—I'm no one's bitch for long. As she wipes her messy facial, grinning like she owns me, I spot my chance. She's got no idea there's a fat bounty on my head... and I'm about to blow this joint wide open.