Yes, he stay longer as the guard take him over to a busty bimbo

She drag John soft cock over to a thick lipped bimbo. She looked up at him with wide, vacant eyes, her lips parted in a silent invitation. Her body was a masterpiece of surgical enhancement, her breasts a perfect, round, gravity-defying pair that strained against the confines of her tiny bra. Her waist was impossibly small, her hips flaring out in a way that was almost cartoonish.

"She's one of our finest," the guard said, her voice a low, husky purr. "A blank canvas, ready for you to paint your masterpiece on." She ran a hand over the woman's cheek, her touch proprietary. "She's been... conditioned. Eager to please. Willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy. She loves it don't you."

The woman nods. "Yes mistress."

The bimbo's tongue darted out, wetting her full, pouty lips, her eyes locked on John's. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his spent cock, her touch light, teasing. A spark of life, a flicker of interest, stirred in his groin. The sight of her, the promise of her willing body, was a potent aphrodisiac that he couldn't resist.

The guard chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Looks like she's already got your attention," she said, her voice a low, husky purr. "Go on, big boy. Let her work her magic. She's got a mouth that was made for sucking cock."

He could see other bimbos and petite slut getting used. John's breath hitched, the image of those full, pouty lips wrapped around him, the feel of her warm, wet mouth, was almost too much to bear. He was tempted, oh so tempted, to lose himself in the pleasure that the bimbo offered, to forget about Mr. Big and the mission that brought him to this depraved place.

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