Baddest Bitch

Blake Eden stares through the bars, all pale skin and gold hair, heart thumping at her stupid good luck. Annie Cruz has the keys, the dark look, the authority. She steps close, perfume sharp, fingers already demanding. Annie hooks two inside the blond, tongue hot and greedy against her, pulling sharp cries from Blake’s throat that echo down the corridor. Blake drops to her knees, tongue flashing across Annie’s slick cunt, drinking what drips. They finish against the cold wall, legs spread, hands working fast and clumsy until both come hard, breath ragged, sweat mixing in the cell’s dim light.