Extradition: Part Three

Agent Sarah Vandella leaned over the table. Nine days since La Luna’s men shoved Kat Dior into that trunk. Nine days and the girl still had no clue where they were holding Abella Adams. Sarah kept her voice low. "Talk and the cartel will slit your throat before you board the plane back home." Kat’s eyes flicked toward the locked door. The Mexican authorities wanted to ship her to the States for extradition. Either way she was finished. Naked on the cold metal chair, she lifted her chin. "Let me stay. I’ll do whatever you want." Sarah’s laugh was harsh. "So now I’m a dyke? Keep it up and I’ll add an obstruction charge." But Kat saw the doubt flicker behind the agent’s eyes. She pushed her small breasts forward until the nipples brushed Sarah’s sleeves. "You told your bosses my intel caught Tori. I’m the only witness you’ve got who’s still breathing. One quick call and that file stays sealed." Sarah reached out, cupped each breast as though testing weight. Hard nipples, tight swell. The girl was alive, breathing heat against her thumbs. Kat whispered, "I’ll make you come harder than any man ever has." Sarah’s jaw locked, then she unlocked the cuffs. Steel rang on the table. Kat slid off the chair, spread her legs, and the damp air in the tiny room wrapped around her open cunt like a fist. Sarah shrugged her fatigues down. Khaki pooled around her boots. Before the last button hit the floor, Kat pressed her lips to one heavy tit and sucked Sarah’s nipple deep. The agent grabbed a fistful of black hair and shoved the girl’s mouth lower, on all fours now. Sarah yanked her hips up until Kat’s bubble butt arched high, cheeks split wide. She buried her tongue in the crease, licking tight circles over that dark pucker while her fingers twisted in the soft dark bush between Kat’s thighs. Kat moaned low, juices already slick on Sarah’s knuckles. The agent shoved the girl onto her back, climbed over, and dragged Kat’s soaked slit up until it met her own cunt. Skin smacked skin. Hot, wet flesh slid against hot, wet flesh. Sarah drove her hips, tribbing hard, breathing faster with every slap. When she felt the spasm coming she jammed two fingers inside Kat’s pulsing hole, curled them once, and Kat’s legs shook as clear squirt sprayed over Sarah’s wrist and forearm. Sarah licked her fingers clean, pulled Kat up, and sat her cunt right on the prisoner’s mouth. Tongue flicked her swollen clit. Hips rolled once, twice, three times. Sarah came with a strangled curse, thighs locked around Kat’s ears until the tremors stopped. She slid off, still wet, and tasted her own cum on Kat’s lips. "Now sit on my fucking face," she said. Kat straddled the agent without hesitation, thighs spread wide. Sarah grabbed her ass, pulled the dripping pussy down, and Kat cried out once before her juices flooded the agent’s tongue. The scent hit sharp and sweet, tasting like surrender. Later, when Kat was panting and the cuffs sat open, Sarah yanked her fatigues back on and stared at the girl for a long second. The door handle felt cold under her hand. She still hadn’t made the call that would decide whether the girl lived or disappeared into the Yucatán night.