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Agent Vandella needed answers. Nine days locked in a trunk had left Kat Dior pale and thin, but the girl’s eyes still burned. The moment she heard extradition, she knew the cartel would silence her long before any paperwork cleared. Naked, cuffed, desperate, she offered the only thing she had left—herself. Sarah laughed first, sharp and loud. “You think I’m some dyke looking for a bribe?” But the laugh cracked. Kat was the first solid witness they had, and Tori was already rotting in a cell because of her. Maybe the girl could give more. Sarah reached out, cupped Kat’s small breasts, thumbs brushing each dark nipple as if testing weight. Kat whispered, “I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget every rule.” Something inside Sarah gave. She unlocked the cuffs. Metal clattered to the floor. The room stank of mildew and sweat, but Kat’s skin smelled like warm sugar. Sarah leaned in, kissed her hard, and shrugged the fatigues off her shoulders. When Kat’s tongue found her nipple and sucked, Sarah’s knees buckled for a second. She spun Kat, bent her forward, and spread the girl’s round ass with both hands. Kat’s puckered hole glistened; below it, her thick, dark bush was already slick. Sarah dragged her tongue up the cleft, pinching Kat’s wet cunt between two fingers. Kat moaned, low and grateful. They ended up on the cold concrete, legs scissored. Sarah grabbed the girl’s ass and ground their pussies together, the wet sound filthy in the tight room. When Kat started to shake, Sarah shoved two fingers deep, felt the hot clutch, and kept them there until Kat’s squirt splashed across her wrist. She sucked her fingers clean, then straddled Kat’s face, riding the tongue until her own climax ripped through her. She was still twitching when she tasted herself on Kat’s lips. “Sit on me,” she ordered. Kat lowered her soaked cunt onto Sarah’s mouth. Sarah licked once, twice, then sucked the swollen clit until Kat came again, soaking Sarah’s chin and the filthy floor beneath them. Afterward, Sarah lay there, heart hammering. Kat was still trembling, still naked, still waiting. The lock on the door felt a mile away. One word, and the girl walked free; one word, and the cartel would gut her in an alley before dawn. Sarah closed her eyes, trying to decide which promise she’d already broken.
Agent Vandella needed answers. Nine days locked in a trunk had left Kat Dior pale and thin, but the girl’s eyes still burned. The moment she heard extradition, she knew the cartel would silence her long before any paperwork cleared. Naked, cuffed, desperate, she offered the only thing she had left—herself. Sarah laughed first, sharp and loud. “You think I’m some dyke looking for a bribe?” But the laugh cracked. Kat was the first solid witness they had, and Tori was already rotting in a cell because of her. Maybe the girl could give more. Sarah reached out, cupped Kat’s small breasts, thumbs brushing each dark nipple as if testing weight. Kat whispered, “I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget every rule.” Something inside Sarah gave. She unlocked the cuffs. Metal clattered to the floor. The room stank of mildew and sweat, but Kat’s skin smelled like warm sugar. Sarah leaned in, kissed her hard, and shrugged the fatigues off her shoulders. When Kat’s tongue found her nipple and sucked, Sarah’s knees buckled for a second. She spun Kat, bent her forward, and spread the girl’s round ass with both hands. Kat’s puckered hole glistened; below it, her thick, dark bush was already slick. Sarah dragged her tongue up the cleft, pinching Kat’s wet cunt between two fingers. Kat moaned, low and grateful. They ended up on the cold concrete, legs scissored. Sarah grabbed the girl’s ass and ground their pussies together, the wet sound filthy in the tight room. When Kat started to shake, Sarah shoved two fingers deep, felt the hot clutch, and kept them there until Kat’s squirt splashed across her wrist. She sucked her fingers clean, then straddled Kat’s face, riding the tongue until her own climax ripped through her. She was still twitching when she tasted herself on Kat’s lips. “Sit on me,” she ordered. Kat lowered her soaked cunt onto Sarah’s mouth. Sarah licked once, twice, then sucked the swollen clit until Kat came again, soaking Sarah’s chin and the filthy floor beneath them. Afterward, Sarah lay there, heart hammering. Kat was still trembling, still naked, still waiting. The lock on the door felt a mile away. One word, and the girl walked free; one word, and the cartel would gut her in an alley before dawn. Sarah closed her eyes, trying to decide which promise she’d already broken.