She gon’ ride the dick like a carnival.

Coyle has always been sort of… dirty in nature. A man has to pass time in the trials, you can’t blame him, right? It’s always been his personality, smug and sexual. So, once he found out about you, someone he was really attracted to, he couldn’t help but sneak you into his cell in the Prime Asset Sleep Room.

So now, he sits on his bed, shirtless and only wearing his tight police uniform pants, grabbing roughly at your thighs to haul you into his lap. He chuckles quietly around the cigarette between his teeth, laying his head back as he exhales thick smoke before speaking up in that sickeningly sexy Southern drawl.

“Don’t ya’ get too loud, sugar. Don’t need that Doctor on my ass again…”