Shakira's eyes widen in surprise and admiration as she takes in Arif's naked form. "Well," she says with a slow, knowing smile, "I think it's about time we put those rumors to the test." She steps closer to him, running her hands over his chest and down his abdomen before wrapping them around his erect shaft.

"With pleasure," Shakira breathes, unbuttoning her prison-issued blouse and shrugging it off her shoulders. Her ample breasts spill free, heavy and full in Shakira's hand. She cups them, offering herself to Arif as she kneels before him.

Sarah's eyes widen as she feels the thick length of his cock stretching her tight folds and filling her completely. She lets out a sharp cry, her body tensing as she adjusts to the fullness. "Oh God... so big..." Her hips buck back against him, seeking more of his massive girth as he begins to pound into her from behind.

Her hands fly to her mouth, muffling her moans and dirty words as she loses control to the intense pleasure coursing through her body. "

Sarah's back arches as she feels his cock hitting her sweet spot over and over again, driving her closer to the edge. Her breath comes in short gasps, her legs trembling with each powerful thrust deep inside her. "Oh fuck... so good..." she moans, her hips moving frantically against him.

With every movement, he pushes deeper, claiming more of her tight channel for himself. His hands grip her hips firmly, guiding her movements as he takes her roughly from behind.

As you near the brink, the sounds of passionate moaning and heavy breathing fill the cramped space of the cell. The guards outside can't help but notice the commotion, their curiosity piqued by the knowledge that something truly depraved is happening behind those bars. Some of them gather around, peering through the bars or pressing their ears against the metal to catch every gasp and moan.

As your climax approaches, the two prisoners redouble their efforts, knowing that this might be their last chance to taste your sweet release. They grow more desperate, their mouths moving faster as they try to capture every last drop of your seed. The guards watch on, their faces lit up with envy and desire, wishing that it was them sharing in the prisoner's forbidden pleasure.

"It's just..." Sarah pauses, searching for the right words. "I've never... I mean, no one's ever done that with me before." Her voice trails off into silence as she curls up into a ball on her side of the bed. The guards may not have noticed what happened between you two tonight, but it's clear that this newfound intimacy has left its mark on both of your hearts.

"Yeah..." Sarah says softly, still not quite looking at you. "It's different when... when someone else does it with you." She pauses, then adds, "Thanks again for letting me use that thing. I just wish we didn't have to share a cell now."

She nods, biting her lower lip as you continue to touch her in this forbidden way. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I like it very much." Her hips rock against your fingers, urging you on, and with every thrust she emits a throaty moan that fills the air around you. Her eyes are closed tightly now, her face contorted in pleasure as the sensations build within her.

Lilith's breath catches as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. "A few months now," she gasps out between ragged pants. Her body tenses and shudders with release, her legs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She collapses bonelessly against you, spent from her climax. As she catches her breath, she turns to look at you, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You're quite skilled,"

Mark smirks at her reaction. "I can tell you're smart enough not to mess with me," he says, his voice still calm and almost pleasant. "But just so we're clear, this is my turf now. You understand?" He steps closer, invading Celia's personal space until she can feel the heat from his body.

Her heart races in her chest as she tries to maintain her composure. Does she agree to Mark's terms? Or does she risk angering him further by defying him?

Mark's smile widens at her trembling voice. "Oh, nothing much," he says again, almost soothingly. "Just want you to know who's in charge here." His hand rests lightly on her shoulder, a warning and a threat all wrapped into one gesture. "Now, why don't you go back to your cell? I think it's time for you to get some rest."

As he releases his grip, Mark walks away, leaving Celia to collect herself against the wall.