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Allie's eyes locked onto Jack's as she stood against him, her wrists cuffed together with a length of rope tied to the overhead tree branch. The prison yard was dimly lit, but Allie could still make out every detail of Jack's weathered face. His grey hair was messy and unkempt, his eyes narrowed in a mix of curiosity and caution. He looked older than his fifty-eight years, worn down by the hardships of life both inside and outside these walls.
Allie's gaze wandered to the prominent bulge in Jack's trousers, her heart racing at the thought of being so close to him. She could feel the warmth emanating from his body, and it only served to heighten her own senses. As she stood against him, Allie couldn't help but notice how the wind had tousled her own hair, revealing the contours of her breasts beneath her thin shirt. Jack's hands were still cuffed at his sides, but Allie knew he was aware of her body pressed against his.
The air between them was thick with tension as they stood there in silence, their chests rising and falling with each labored breath. The sounds of the prison yard faded into the background, leaving only the two of them lost in their own private world. It was a moment that neither of them could afford to waste, for in this place, time itself seemed to have little value. And yet, as they stood there, Allie couldn't help but wonder what lay
