Prison Babes

The cell door clanks shut behind Karlee Grey and she eyes Cherie Deville like fresh meat. Blonde hair messed from months inside, Cherie presses against the bars, tits crushed flat, cunt already slick from weeks without touch. Karlee steps in, fingers slipping straight under Cherie's orange jumpsuit. She finds Cherie's clit, circles once, twice, then pushes two knuckles deep. Cherie growls. The sound is low, animal. She yanks Karlee's hoodie up, palms heavy teen tits, rolls tight nipples until Karlee moans into her mouth. They stumble to the bunk. Cherie rips Karlee's jeans open, buries her face between soft thighs, tongue lapping at dripping pussy like she's starving. Karlee's fingers never stop working Cherie's hole, thumb on her clit, three fingers now, pounding the older woman until the bed frame squeaks. They trade places, flip, and twist—Cherie on her back, legs spread, Karlee riding her face while she finger-fucks Cherie to the edge. Cherie comes first, hips jerking, cunt clenching, soaking the sheets and Karlee's wrist. She drags Karlee down, 69's her hard, sucking that swollen clit, tongue stabbing inside until Karlee shudders and squirts across Cherie's tongue. Both women breathe like they've run miles. Cherie keeps licking, slow now, savoring every last drop, because she knows when the guard comes back she'll still be hungry.