Transmission: Part Two

Samantha Rone and Hillary Scott didn't understand what they had found. Spent a whole night drenched in cum celebrating their discovery that intelligent alien life was reaching out to them. Meanwhile the NSA, funded by their tax dollars, has already wormed into their devices. Every message, every video, every secret they share is getting intercepted. Abigail Mac is in charge and knows exactly what this is—purely classified. Too risky to let word slip. Riots on the streets if the truth gets out. National security comes first. Samantha throws out every defense she has, arguing they own their lesbian and human rights, but the agent shuts her down at every point. Then it slips out: yes, they're a couple. Abigail hears it and smiles like she has them now. She coaxes Hillary closer and kisses her deep and hungry. Hillary gives in, lips open, bodies pressed tight. Samantha watches and hates how it makes her wet. Hillary drops to her knees and buries her mouth between Abigail's thighs. Samantha follows orders and runs her tongue along the agent's wet mouth, tasting what Hillary is swallowing. "Keep quiet and eat," Abigail snaps. Samantha touches herself and feeds her soaked fingers into the agent's mouth, her own juices smeared across those lips. Abigail moves them like pawns, switching positions whenever one starts to come too soon. The room is loud with their orgasms—wet sounds, shaking bodies, fingers and mouths never stopping until both girls are empty and trembling. When it's finally over, she decides sweet little Samantha gets taken next. Hillary will stay silent if Abigail owns their favorite toy. The agent pins Samantha open and starts all over again, slow and mean, while Hillary watches and knows better than to say a word.