“You want some,” I concluded, noting the way she shifting weight from one leg to another.
“We can’t do it here. Not after the last time. You’re just gonna have to wait until you’re released.”
“You sure?” I teased her, sticking my cock between the bars.
She looked at the other room, fought with herself, then shrugged her shoulders. “Just make it quick.”
She got on her knees and gulped my cock down like a jumbo shrimp. I can tell when she’s hornier than usual, and sucking me off in a jail cell with an audience revved her engine. You’d think she’d get tired of sex every day, but it felt more like a daily addiction.
“Show Duncan the boobs I bought you!” Without pausing the blowjob, she flipped them out of her dress and fingered her wet pussy. “I bought big ones so they’d fit in my hands,” I explained to Duncan. “Try them out.”
He reached down and cupped both breasts. “You one lucky man.”
“My girl needs to cum. Give her a finger to help her along.”
He left one hand on a boob and the other reached underneath her to finger fuck her soaking snatch. I could tell the strange hands helped throw coal in her furnace.
“We’re in a hurry, so it’s okay if you want to use a hand,” I tell her. She thinks jerking off during a blowjob is cheating. I swear, I don’t know where she gets these ideas.
Just then Manny came in. “I ain’t cleaning this up!”
“Chill, bro. She’ll swallow.”
But first she nearly choked on my meat as she came really hard. A fucking gusher splashed on the hard cold floor, wetting her knees. Then I came, shuddering with each blast down her throat. Her eyes looked feverish as she swallowed and bobbed, swallowed and bobbed, until my cock stopping coughing in her mouth like a 12 gauge.
A final drop hung from the hole in my penis head. She licked it like a lollypop, content at last.
Manny put down his camera phone to throw me a mop.
“You are the perfect husband for me,” my wife told me.
“Happy anniversary, honey.”
“Happy anniversary.”
At court the next day, my oldest son represented me, as usual. I was so proud of my kids. I liked how people respected them. Someone read the charges — disorderly conduct, public nudity, yada yada yada. Then the judge summoned me forward. I looked up at her and smiled.
“Hi Peaches! You free Saturday?”