Extradition: Part Three

Agent Sarah Vandella kept her questions sharp while Kat Dior told everything about the night Senator Adams' daughter Abella met her fate between cartel boss La Luna's legs. Nine days sat heavy since Tori dumped Kat naked into a trunk. The Yucatan safehouse remained unknown and Abella could be anywhere. When Sarah said Kat would be flown back to the States, the prisoner saw death waiting on both sides of the border. She dropped to her knees, legs open, offering the only thing she still owned. Sarah snapped that she wasn't a lesbian. Then she looked at the witness who had already given them Tori. She cupped Kat's small breasts like two ripe fruits and let her thumb brush the tight nipples. Kat whispered she could make Sarah come harder than any lover. The agent unlocked the cuffs. In that cramped interrogation room, the lamp found every curve of Kat's spread thighs and every crease of her pink cunt. Sarah leaned in, tongue first. Kat latched onto Sarah's heavy tits, sucking hard until the nipples stood shiny and red. Sarah spun Kat, spread her cheeks and licked a long stripe up the girl's puckered hole while two fingers pinched her fuzzy slit. Kat moaned into the concrete floor, then she crawled forward and pressed her wet cunt onto Sarah's own. They locked thighs. Sweat slid down Sarah's belly as they ground together, clit against clit, until Sarah slid two fingers deep inside Kat's tight heat and felt her flood and squeeze. Kat came in hot, clear spurts that sprayed Sarah's wrist. Sarah licked the mess off her fingers, climbed over Kat's face and rode the girl's tongue until her own climax rocked through her in pulsing waves. She lifted herself, lips trembling, then shoved Kat onto her back and planted her pussy over the girl's mouth. She ordered Kat to come right now. Kat obeyed with a high, broken cry, showering Sarah in another gush of warm sweetness that left them both slick and shaking.