He Inspects Her

"Hand," he said, looking at Leia’s right hand, nodding, motioning for her to stick it out.

"Sir," She muttered, flushing as she gave it to him reluctantly, feeling his rough fingers brush her damp ones.

As if he needed any further confirmation, he pulled her forward harshly, bringing her body to nearly press against himself as he lifted his hand to his nose. He grinned slowly, smelling her sweet juices. Leia felt her pussy react, muscles in her round ass tensing as he looked at her, savoring it.

Leia looked away.

"You know that's against the rules," he smiled. "Masturbation is not allowed in this cell." He paused. "You haven't even been in here that long, and you already need cock that bad, huh?" He grinned.

Then frowned.

"Answer me, slut. You need cock pretty badly, don't you? Just dying to feel a hot cock again, aren't you?"

She swallowed, looking up at him, then down, feeling his breath against her tits as she squirmed a little, unsure of how to answer as he maintained the grip on her hand.

Leia glanced at his crotch and stifled a small whimper of desire as she saw his bulge.

He smiled, seeing her tongue peek out of my mouth, nervously wetting her lips.

"Mhmm, you be a good slut, and I'll let you have it." He reached down, undoing his armor in plates. "After all, it's either that or you get punished. And I'd hate to see a pretty little thing like you..." His voice faded. He looked both ways to be sure no other guards were around.