Tits straining against black fabric press toward the glass. Phone receiver to her ear, wavy brunette hair cascading down. Inmate grins from orange jumpsuit, tats flexing on his arms. Counter separates, voices low and charged — heavy breathing echoes promises of cum straight down her throat. She turns, back arched, bra peeking as ass sways teasingly. Slapping skin implied in heated talk, moans building rhythm across the divide. Glass fogs from gasps, relentless dirty banter ramps up, her body quivering in anticipation. Tattooed prisoner grips the phone tighter, rock hard behind bars.