Lila sits on the dirty floor, her left hand creeping toward her filthy genitals. Her right hand tinkers with her long black hair, strategically covering her bare bosoms. She groans; her sheer black stocking-clad legs spread increasingly wider until her hips ache. She lifts her red and black pouf skirt over waist, leaving an eyeful. She gets into position, leaning against the cement wall behind her. Her left hand slowly inches closer until at last, she feels sensation. Jackpot! She moans loudly.
She sophisticatedly uses her hand to tease her inner parts, varying the frequency, intensity, and location of her touch. An upward, pressured stroke on the clitoris, a whispering finger tracing down her vulva. Seemingly consumed by the sensations of her own body, she pretends not to notice the guard ogling her nether regions. She eventually tires of her performance and catches his eye smiling. He looks away immediately, turning bright shade of red.
"You need to stop that," he barks.
"Oh really," she wickedly teases, "your body doesn't want me to stop," eyeing his hardening manhood. She roars with laughter. "Why don't you just relax and enjoy the show," spreading her legs wider.
"How dare you," the guard retorts. "Let's be clear: I have the power," taking out his keys and shaking them in her direction.
We'll see about that, she muses. She begins opening and closing her legs vigorously. Her touches intensify and her moans louden. The guard tries to ignore her, but can't help glancing at her writhing body.
She looks back at the guard with a smirk. "I might even let you touch me if you behave. Now come here, you know you want to."
The guard looks conflicted. His head tells him to stay put, while his body pushes him toward the woman. He pauses and breathes. She moans louder. He looks at her again. He sees her wetness, magically pulling him toward her. Then suddenly he catches a whiff of her juices. His resistance fades almost instantly; he walks toward her hypnotically.
She cackles, "That's a good little man." He walks to the entrance of her cell and stops, his mind and body fighting with each other.
She adds, "You just want to stand there? You're not man enough to even try and get a taste". He groans again, torn between his heads. He looks around restlessly. No one is there. His body whispers to him: get that pussy. He uneasily pulls the keys out of his pocket, his hands shaking. He looks around again. She senses his hesitation and begins moaning louder, this time looking directly at him.
At last, the guard puts the keys into position and opens the door handle, stepping inside. He makes a motion to close the door.
"You think you can satisfy me more than this floor? Then come here," she barks, "now". He obeys her command like an obedient dog, running toward her and leaving the door ajar.
He nears her corner and stands to her face to face. He hastily begins pulling his pants down. She barks again, "What do you think you are doing exactly? These holes have to be earned. Pull your pants back up." He pulls up his pants, completely in her control. She continues, "And put your hands up in the air."
The guard says fixated on her genitals. His cock nearly explodes, his own juices wetting the seat of his pants. He attempts to touch himself to ease the sensations.
