Pros Vs Cons

Missy was six months from the gate and she wasn't about to let anything fuck that up. Then she walked into her cell and found Avi sitting on the bottom bunk, legs spread, sliding a thick dildo in and out of herself like she had all the time in the world. Missy froze. Heat punched through her belly so fast it made her dizzy. She shut the door, turned the key. “You stupid bitch. You could lose everything with that thing.” Avi smirked, dragged the toy out, held it up glistening. “So take it away from me.” Missy crossed the cell in two steps, grabbed a fistful of Avi’s hair and shoved her back against the wall. Their mouths crashed together—wet, hot, hungry. Missy shoved two fingers straight into Avi’s cunt and pumped hard. Avi groaned, hips bucking, cunt clenching down like a fist. Missy pulled her fingers out slick to the knuckles, licked them clean, then dropped to her knees. She spread Avi open with her thumbs and dragged her tongue through the soaked folds, lapping at the clit until Avi’s thighs started to shake. Avi came hard, knees buckling. Missy didn’t stop. She flipped her onto the bunk, yanked her ass up and shoved the confiscated dildo straight into her cunt from behind, working it deep and rough until Avi was whimpering into the mattress. Then Missy climbed over her, straddled her face, ground her own dripping pussy down onto Avi’s mouth. Tongue met clit. Fingers met cunt. They moved in a filthy rhythm—grinding, sucking, fucking each other senseless until both of them were shaking and soaked and spent, the risk almost as sweet as the release.