1. Pakistan Jail


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    across my lips. She isn't hurting me in the least, but she is making my night a lot more interesting. My casual, mocking response only enrages her more, and she retaliates by meeting my gaze and spitting in my face. " You're a cock-sucking asshole! I demand to make a phone call!" My temper skyrockets, I roughly grab her by the arm, throwing open the door and yanking her down the hall. " You fucking cunt! I mutter, wiping off my face with his my hand. I start to tow her down the corridor to the holding cells, where the other inmates are but then change my mind. " You need a lesson in respect!" I growl and drag her towards the back of the building, towards the unoccupied cells. No one can hear them back here. No one will disturb them. Taken off guard, Kareena begins struggling against me. She's kicking and screaming, and I finally have to haul her over my shoulder. As she squirms, I slide my hands up the back of her smooth legs, holding her in place. I take the opportunity to massage them, pushing her skirt up a little higher up her thighs, all the while keeping a steady stride. The conniving whore doesn't seem to notice. As I march down the hall, I'm keenly aware of her tits bouncing against my back with every step I take. Since no one is around, I part her thighs slipping my hand farther up her legs and under her short skirt. my finger glides along the length of her bare slit and the pressure naturally part her silky folds. Without warning, I thrust my finger into her ...
    tight pussy and begin thrusting it in and out of her cunt. This catches Kareena's attention and she suddenly starts thrashing and cursing in my arms. " WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" " What does it feel like I'm doing?" I chuckle darkly, mockingly. " STOP! PUT ME DOWN! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" To her surprise, I set her down, withdrawing my finger. She tries to break away and run, but I jerk her back against my body like a yo-yo. Shaking, she glances around as I silently unlocs one of the many empty cells. It's dirty yet stripped clean. There are no sheets on the lumpy mattress, no pillow, nothing. It's only big enough to house one prisoner. Roughly shoving her into the small cage, I follow her inside. Kareena nervously backs up until her back hits the cold stone wall. I close the door behind me, tucking the key into my pocket. Grinning wickedly, the look of fear and panic in her eyes, doesn't go unnoticed. " Bet you regret spitting in my face, bitch." I say menacingly while walking toward her. I quickly coil my hand in her black hair, flipping her around and slamming her face forward against the bars. Her tits press between one of the steel poles, and I spread her legs so far apart that she's suddenly squatting down, a few inches lower than her normal 5'6 height. Whipping out a pair of handcuffs from behind my back, I quickly cuff her left wrist before wrapping the chain around the bar and clamping it around the other. After locking her in place, I stand back. Kareena furiously ...
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