She felt fucking good. Better than that violent whore Casey. Better than any piece of tail he had helped himself to in the prison. Perhaps it was because she was a genuinely nice girl underneath, yet she responded to his every touch and every movement with moans and sighs of pleasure. He had moved into a steady pace of thrusts and made sure to return to the spots that seemed to yield the loudest moans from her mouth. Thanks to his earlier escapade with miss Mayhem, he wasn’t even close to coming yet, even though she had done her best to pleasure his cock with her mouth before he penetrated her sweet, slick pussy.<br/><br/>There was something in her eyes that was near unknown to him. Trust, tenderness, affection even. Was he fucking her or were they making love? The fact that he honestly couldn’t tell was an answer onto itself. She felt her body shiver with her every move and he whispered into her ear as her head rested on his shoulder.<strong> “Yes Kira baby… that’s it sweetie… come for me… come for me…” </strong>His balls seemed to swell with desire again, but he wanted to feel his new protégé cum on his cock before he even would consider spewing another load. His thrusts now came slightly faster and more direct, but he made sure each passage gave her as much pleasure as he could give. He was beyond caring who saw them or how absurd this situation might have been, he just wanted to hear her moans of orgasmic pleasure and then likely follow suit as he ached for another release.<br/>