Anan's POV

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I did it fast.

My cock hung heavy between my thighs, dripping onto the stone floor in a thin string. 

I gripped two bars hard enough that the metal bit into my palms. I pushed my ass back until the cool iron kissed the backs of my thighs.

 

Jones crouched a little on his side of the bars. I felt his breath first, warm against the skin of my lower back. 

Then two of his fingers replaced mine. He shoved them in without any speech, and the sudden fullness almost folded me.

 

"Fuck."

"That is the idea," he said. His voice was low and close. "You wanted...