Mad Fuckers: Robbed Of Her Dignity

Indica Monroe slips into the master bedroom, her eyes sweeping over every surface, every drawer. Nothing worth her time. Then she finds the jewelry box and smiles like she's already won. She dumps the contents into her knapsack, fingers sure and quick, until she spots the engagement ring. For a second she just stares, stunned by its weight and clarity. When she tries it on it barely reaches the second knuckle before it slips from her grasp and disappears beneath the low dresser. She kneels, reaches, presses in deeper until her shoulders jam. No amount of twisting will free her. Her hips stay up, her shorts tight across her ass. Kendra steps into the doorway. One glance and she understands everything. She ducks into the hallway and calls Indica's parents. The voice on the other end sounds tired and mean, and when Kendra asks what she should do, the answer is simple: keep her, throw her away, don't call back. Back in the bedroom, Kendra studies the trapped girl. "You broke in." Indica lies fast, then slower when Kendra toes the full knapsack out from under the dresser. Nothing to barter but herself. "I'll fuck you," Indica offers. "Just don't tell." Kendra doesn't answer. She snags the waistband of the denim shorts and yanks upward, stretching the seam against Indica's cunt while her palm cracks down hard across one cheek. Each tug drags fabric between plump lips; each slap leaves the skin darker. She peels the shorts away, spreads the bare cheeks, and licks straight over the clenched ring of muscle, working the hole open with two spit-slick fingers. She kicks off her own clothes. Kneeling behind the stuck girl, she scissors her wet folds to Indica's, hips grinding until slick gathers and drips. When the hips slow, she drags the dresser back and frees Indica only to push her onto her back on the rug. Kendra strips the remaining clothes, climbs over Indica's face, and sinks down until the girl's tongue meets her cunt. Lowering her mouth between spread thighs, Kendra licks in firm strokes, two fingers buried deep, stopping now and then to slap Indica's clit with wet fingers. Each strike makes the girl jerk and moan into her. Kendra leans forward, palms braced on the floor, tits swinging over Indica's lips until the girl pulls one nipple into her mouth. Once it's stiff and aching, Kendra swings around and pushes Indica's head between her legs again. Finally Kendra shifts, settling into a sixty-nine. Both tongues work fast and desperate. They come loud, bodies locked, thighs trembling. For now the slate is paid in full.