Get his hard cock brought back to life

The bimbo's hands were skilled, her touch a masterful blend of teasing and pressure that coaxed him back to life. She stroked him, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. He could feel the blood rushing back to his cock, the flesh hardening, lengthening, until he was once again a throbbing, pulsing rod of need.

"See?" the guard murmured, her voice a low, husky purr. "She knows what you want. She knows how to give it to you."

The bimbo leaned in, her full, pouty lips brushing against the head of his cock. Her tongue darted out, a wet, rough swipe that sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to his core. He groaned, his head falling back against the wall, his hips bucking forward, seeking more of her touch.

She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the sensitive underside. She was good, so good, her movements practiced and perfect, a symphony of sensation that made him weak in the knees. He could feel himself getting lost in the pleasure, the fog of lust clouding his mind, threatening to drown him in its depths.

The guard moved behind him, her hands on his hips, her body pressed against his. "Let her take you there," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Let her make you feel good."

The bimbo's pace quickened, her head bobbing up and down, her lips a tight, wet sheath that drove him wild. He could feel the familiar tightening in his groin, the tell-tale sign that he was about to lose all control.

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