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I nod while guiding her into the kitchen.
“Yeah, but it’s more common to lose privileges for fighting and shit like that. I mean, they’ll take privileges away for any reason or no reason at all, but the guards here seem fairly sane. Anyways, I’m glad you came up because as you can tell, we’re doing something different today.”
Tess giggles, looking absolutely gorgeous in a flowery sundress with cute pink sunglasses perched on her head. Her bust strains at the laces in the front, and the skirt falls to just above her knee, revealing flashes of creamy white thigh. Fuck, I can’t wait to get in her, but first things first: I want to treat my woman right and actually arranged a date today, instead of boning Tess senseless in the cabin per usual. We’ll get to the physical part later, I’m sure, but I want my woman to feel like a princess too, and this is my chance.
“I noticed,” she murmurs appreciatively while looking about the kitchen. “I thought we were going to use a cabin again, but then the guard directed me here.”
“Yep,” I nod before while gesturing to the worn cabinets and stainless steel slop sink. “Fishkill is pretty decent when it comes to this sort of thing, actually. As you can see, we’re not locked up in our cells 24/7. We’re actually free to move around the common area, and every floor has a kitchen that prisoners can use to prepare meals. You don’t always have to eat the junk food they serve in the cafeteria.”
“I see,” Tess says while taking in the full-size stove, microwave and aging oven. “And they even provide pots and pans, not to mention ingredients.”
I laugh.
“I bought those with funds from my commissary account, but yes. We’re going to make spaghetti Bolognese today, and it’s going to be the best pasta you’ve ever had.”
Tess giggles while seating herself at the kitchen island.
“That sounds wonderful, Roland,” she purrs while shooting me a naughty grin. “But you know that I need to get my needs met too,” she says while throwing me a meaningful look. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
“Oh really?” I growl, one black brow quirking. Shit, I love everything about this woman because she’s sassy, sweet, and oh-so-horny at the same time. Tess is gorgeous today and literally has a glow about her, which I hope is from the sex I’ve been providing. Sure enough, as I watch, the curvy brunette begins inching the skirt of her dress up, revealing a sassy flash of white thigh.
“What are we going to do if we don’t have access to the cabin, Daddy?” she coos, simultaneously running one finger across the low v-neck of her dress. “I mean, I really need it, Roland. Really, really bad.”
I gulp heavily as Tess pulls her skirt up even more, flashing me with that wet pink. Then, she pulls her décolletage down, baring one huge white tit and giggles as I audibly swallow.
“Do you like this?” she coos before lifting the big breast to her mouth and running her tongue in a circle around her hard pink nipple. “Does this turn you on?”
Oh fuck. She knows it turns me on because I can’t resist anything about the beautiful brunette. I know she’s only nineteen, and I know she’s technically my son’s ex-wife, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m the lucky man who gets to trash that teenage pussy every time she visits Fishkill, and obviously, Tess wants it too.
With a low growl, I take her elbow in hand and practically drag her to a nearby pantry. Then I pull the curvy girl into the small space before slamming the door shut and locking it.
“I didn’t know you could secure these things from the inside,” she purrs while running a small hand down my chest to grip my cock through my pants. “I thought there were no locks in correctional facilities for safety purposes.”
“Well now you know,” I growl before pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her swan-like neck. “Fuck baby, you have me so turned on. I could barely focus this morning knowing you were coming today.”
She giggles as she helps me step out of my prison-issue shirt and pants, before wiggling out of her outfit too. Oh fuck, Tess is gorgeous. Those big breasts are ivory in the low light, the tight circles of her areola begging to be kissed. Not only that, but her waist is narrow before flaring into wide hips, and of course, the slit between her legs is already dripping. I have half a mind to fall on my knees before worshiping at the fount between her thighs, but Tess stops me with a small hand on my chest.
“I know, me too,” she confesses in a naughty whisper. “That’s why I didn’t wear panties and a bra, Roland, because I want you to have easy access to my curves. But Daddy, one more thing: you’ve gotten me addicted. Ever since you introduced me to anal, I need it now. So bad,” she adds in a breathy whisper before turning around and seizing a jar of Crisco from a shelf behind us. “Will you lube me up before putting your cock in my butt, Daddy? Pretty please?”
I’m stock still for a moment, utterly rigid with shock because who is this nasty slut who’s currently spinning on her heels and bending over in the small pantry? Her big, heart-shaped ass rises like a gorgeous moon, and even dirtier, Tess parts her legs before putting her hands on her butt cheeks and pulling them apart to show me the dirty hole in between.
“Please, Daddy,” she murmurs while flexing her anus at me. “Put it in here and make me feel good.”
Holy shit. Desire races through my veins like a raging fire, and with trembling hands, I pour some of the Crisco into my palm. Then I spit on her asshole before gently circling those pink pleats with my fingers.
“Fuck baby, you’ve got such horny holes,” I rasp. “But don’t worry, I’ll cram you full in whatever hole you need.”
“Right now, I just need it back here,” Tess gasps as she leans over even further, gripping her ankles now. “Please Daddy. Mmm.”
How can a man resist such a pretty request? As a result, I grip her hip with one hand while reaching for my cock with the other. Then I aim the head right at her backdoor and begin to press.
“Relax,” I growl in a soothing murmur. “It’s going to be fine, baby. You’ve taken me back here before, and I know you can do it again.”
Tess merely lets out a muffled gasp as her pink pucker resists. Yet I can feel as she focuses, struggling to relax her bottom even as she takes big inhales of oxygen.
“Yes, I do want it,” she murmurs unsteadily, gripping her ankles even harder now. “Mmm, oh yes!”
With that, her sphincter relaxes and I ease in a few inches.
