As the correction officer, Jordan, patrolled the prison yard, his gaze fell upon inmate Michael. Jordan’s eyes lingered on Michael’s muscular legs, covered in silky pantyhose. Without hesitation, Jordan sauntered over to Michael’s cell and instructed him to remove his sandals. Michael complied with a shy smile as Jordan towered over him. Jordan’s eyes once again fixated on Michael’s legs, now exposed in their sheer glory. Jordan knelt beside Michael’s bunk and began massaging Michael’s feet, sliding his fingers between the toes. Michael shuddered as Jordan’s fingers found their way to Michael’s arch. Jordan’s breath grew labored as he savored Michael’s smell, a scent of sweat and musk. Jordan’s gaze shifted to Michael’s eyes, locked with his, Jordan motioned for Michael to remove his pantyhose. Michael hesitated, but Jordan’s stern gaze silenced him. As Michael rolled the pantyhose down his legs, Jordan’s eyes widened in arousal. Jordan’s hands grasped Michael’s legs, wrapping them around Jordan’s head as Jordan devoured Michael’s feet with kisses and licks. Jordan stood, towering over Michael, and beckoned him to follow. Michael obediently followed Jordan out of the cell, both men walking in silence. Jordan led Michael to the prison courtyard, where a patch of green grass met the concrete walls. Jordan instructed Michael to kneel on the grass, pantyhose wrapped around his ankles. Jordan then lay down beside Michael, planting kisses along Michael’s calves and thighs. Jordan’s erection pressed against Michael’s skin, desperate for release.