It seems so strange, so bizarre, to f**k naked in a prison cell, to be watched by other people—or watch them—and always under the green unblinking stare of Big d**k’s multitude of eyes. Intuition told me that he was obscenely video recording our every intimate motion; our moans and sighs, the chaotic convulsing of our bodies in the throes of orgasm, the leaping spouts of c*m when we are m*********d. He’d become a connoisseur of pornography.
It made me wonder if he’d somehow become human!
Becky and I began the thrusting dance. Our perspiring bodies maneuvered in recurring undulation, like a precision machine, our naked flesh a continuously oscillating clockwork mechanism. My c**k was a ticking pendulum of lust, her p***y a pulsing, squeezing vessel. We blissfully gazed at each other, savo
