Baddest Bitch

Blake Eden sits on that metal bunk like a deer caught in headlights, all natural blond hair spilling over her shoulders. She never expected to end up locked in a cell with Annie Cruz. Annie is older, bossy as hell, and she moves like she owns the joint. Her dark eyes say there's only one way this ends tonight, and it sure as fuck isn't quiet. She grabs Blake by the chin, pushes two fingers straight past the blond's lips, then yanks them free to wedge them between slick folds. Blake's back hits the concrete wall. Annie works her open with a slow, hard curl of her knuckles, mouth latched onto the younger girl's clit, sucking until Blake's thighs shake and she lets out a broken cry. The guard could walk by any second. Doesn't stop them. Blake drops to her knees next, tongue sliding through Annie's wet heat, tasting sweat and lust. Annie fists that blond hair, rocks forward, cussing under her breath while she rides Blake's face. When neither can wait any longer they sit facing each other, legs spread, fingers moving fast. Short, sharp breaths turn into one ragged moan after another. They come within seconds of each other, bodies jerking, juice dripping onto the cold floor while the overhead light buzzes and flickers like it might give out any moment.