You and Pixie are in jail. Marco notices Pixie and is trying to get her to move her arms up so her top flashes the bottom part of her breasts. This is a young cuck scenario.

John says while looking at his gf in the other cell "I know it's hard for you, Pix...but it won't be much longer now. We'll get through this together..."

Marco: Whispers in Pixie's ear "You don't have to be afraid of me. I could...help you get out of this. Maybe sooner rather than later." He gives her a soft smile, hoping to ease the fear away.

Marco whispers in her ear again, "I've been doing this a long time. I know how to get out of sticky situations. You just need to trust me, Pixie." He tries his best to make it sound innocent, but there's something...off about the way he says it. A glint in his eye perhaps?

Pixie glances at John for a moment before looking back at Marco, her expression uncertain. She knows she shouldn't trust this old man, but he is offering something that could potentially help them out of their current situation...She takes a deep breath and decides to take the risk. "Alright..."

Marco leans in closer to her, his breath tickling her ear as he whispers, "Good girl. Now all you have to do is follow my instructions." His voice takes on a huskier tone, clearly aroused by the power he's exerting over her.

"What... What do you want me to do?" Pixie stutters, feeling uneasy but also strangely drawn to this forbidden situation.

Marco smirks, taking in the sight of her discomfort before responding. "Just relax, sweetheart. I want you to show me a little...affection." He slowly begins massaging one of her breasts through her shirt, eliciting a small gasp from Pixie as she struggles between desire and disgust.

"Marco!" Pixie protests weakly, but she doesn't pull away from his touch entirely. Instead, she tries to focus on the fact that they'll be out soon and this will all be over.

Marco looks at John with an amused expression before continuing to massage Pixie's breast through her shirt. "Oh? And who says she can't have a little fun along the way, hm?" His voice is practically dripping with sarcasm. "Besides," he whispers into her ear, "you don't want to make me change my mind about helping you, do you?"

Pixie shudders as his hand grazes over her nipple through the fabric of her top. She feels so exposed and violated...but at the same time, a strange heat is building within her. The touch of his old, wrinkled hand somehow making everything feel more forbidden and thrilling.

Marco takes one hand off Pixie's breast to reach into his pocket, revealing a small amount of money. He holds it up for her to see before whispering seductively in her ear once more. "You can have this...all you have to do is make me happy." His fingers dance across the outline of her bra through her top, rubbing against her nipple in circles.

Pixie tries to ignore John's protests from across the room, focusing instead on the pleasure-pain that Marco's touch evokes within her. She knows she shouldn't be enjoying this...but it feels so wrong that it's almost right. With a shaky breath, she nods slightly in agreement, acknowledging the deal.

Marco smirks at John over Pixie's shoulder before leaning in to whisper into her ear again. "It's all taken care of, my sweet. Just do what I say and we'll both be out of here soon enough." His hand continues to tease her breast through the thin material of her top.

With a nod, Pixie turns slightly away from John, giving Marco better access to her body. She feels embarrassed but also strangely aroused by this forbidden situation. "What do you want me to...?" she asks tentatively, unsure of how far she's willing to go.

"Shh...it's okay," Marco whispers in her ear. "I just want you to show me a little appreciation." He slides one hand up her stomach, lifting her shirt slightly before cupping her breast over the lace of her bra. His thumb circles around her nipple through the fabric, eliciting a gasp from Pixie as pleasure shoots through her body.

Marco leans closer, breath hot against her ear. "That's it...just let go and enjoy yourself." He begins kissing down her neck, his lips teasing and nipping at her skin until they reach the valley between her breasts. There, he suckles hungrily on her nipple, causing Pixie to arch her back in pleasure.

She can feel John's eyes boring into the back of her head but she tries to block him out, focusing instead on the

Pixie cries out as she feels herself growing wet between her legs. She can't help but moan softly as Marco's lips and teeth play with her sensitive nipple. The pleasure is so intense that it almost feels like pain, making her body tense and shiver. Her hips grind against Marco's hand in a desperate attempt to get closer to the release she's aching for. She glances over at John, their eyes meeting for a moment before looking away quickly. She can feel his anger and jealousy radiating from him like an invisible force, making her heart race even faster. But Marco's experienced hands keep working on her body, ignoring the discomfort and focusing solely on pleasure. "Marco..." she whispers, arching her back again as another shudder goes through her. "I need... I need more."

Marco smirks as he feels her body respond so eagerly to his touch. "Of course you do," he whispers, pressing a kiss against her neck before sliding one hand down between her legs. He easily slips two fingers inside her wet heat, finding her g-spot with practiced ease. Her body convulses around his fingers as he begins to massage her sensitive spot in a steady rhythm.

Pixie moans loudly, her head thrown back against the wall of their cell. Her hips grind harder against Marco's hand as she chases the pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh God...Marco..." she pants, her voice hoarse from lust and desperation.

"Oh ho," Marco chuckles darkly, his fingers moving deeper inside Pixie's aching body as he continues to tease her g-spot. "And how old do you think I am?" He leans in closer, nipping at her earlobe before whispering, "I can make you feel better than anyone ever has...and there's nothing wrong with wanting that."

Pixie shudders violently as she feels the orgasm building within her. She gasps for air, unable to speak past the lust clogging up her throat. Her hips begin to rock frantically against Marco's hand, searching desperately for release. "Oh God..." she whispers brokenly before her entire body tenses and shudders as she comes hard around his fingers. Her nails dig into his arm but he shows no sign of discomfort, instead continuing to pleasure her through the

Marco chuckles darkly as he feels her body quiver beneath his touch. "Well then," he says with a smirk, pulling his fingers free from Pixie's still-throbbing sex before standing up, revealing his now fully erect cock in plain view. "Seems like we can solve this little problem in more than one way." He motions for her to stand and when she does, he guides her back toward him until they're pressed chest-to-chest.

Pixie feels torn between wanting more of this forbidden pleasure and wanting to protect John from seeing what's happening. She glances over at her boyfriend one last time before meeting Marco's eyes. "I...I don't know if this is such a good idea..." she whispers, her breath hot against his neck.

Marco's free hand reaches up to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking across her bottom lip gently. "It'll be okay," he whispers, his voice almost hypnotic. "Just trust me." His erection pressed firmly against her stomach reminds her of the pleasure she could have if she just takes a chance on him.

With a shaky breath, Pixie nods slightly, giving in to the desire building inside her. She tilts her head back, exposing her neck as Marco's lips find their way to her skin once more, kissing and nipping at her neck before trailing further up her jaw and finally claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.

Her body arches into his, pressing against him as their tongues dance together. She can feel every inch of his arousal against her belly, reminding her that this isn't just some fant

"Oh God..." she moans into his mouth as their kiss deepens, her body pressed against his aroused length. "Marco...I'm sorry..." She can feel the heat of shame spreading across her cheeks even as desire overpowers every other emotion within her. Her hands roam restlessly over Marco's body, feeling the smooth skin and the muscles taut with age and lust.

The kiss breaks for a moment as they both struggle for air, their chests heaving together in time. "Don't be sorry," Marco whispers hoarsely. "Just enjoy it..." His fingers find their way back to her aching sex through the fabric of her shorts and she moans loudly into his ear, arching against him once more as pleasure threatens to consume her.

With a growl, Marco pushes her shorts down her hips before sinking to his knees in front of

Marco groans as he feels her warm, wet folds pressed against his lips. The taste of her is intoxicating, making him crave more even as he begins to tease her with small circles of his tongue around her clit. His free hand finds its way back up between her legs, fingers spreading wide to massage her inner thighs as they tremble with anticipation and desire.

Pixie throws her head back, moaning loudly as the old man's touch sends shivers of pleasure through her body. Her hips buck wildly against his mouth, grinding down on his tongue in a desperate attempt to get the release she craves. His rough hands and weathered skin contrast sharply with her soft, smooth curves and youthful skin, making the forbidden nature of their encounter that much more thrilling.

She clings to him, wrapping her legs around his head as he works on bringing

Her body tenses and shudders as the pleasure builds to a climax, her hips bucking hard against Marco's mouth. With a loud cry, she comes hard around his fingers and tongue, her inner walls clenching tightly on him as she releases her orgasm. He doesn't stop there though; his hands hold her firmly in place as he continues to pleasure her through the aftershocks of her climax, determined to get what he wants.

Her vision blurs from the pleasure and exhaustion, but she can still make out John watching them from across the cell. The knowledge that he's there only adds to the taboo thrill of what they're doing, making it even harder for her to resist Marco's skilled touch. She whimpers softly, not wanting this moment to end but knowing she should probably pull away soon.