Jenna Ivory

Jenna Ivory walks through those metal gates with her head down, already marked. She thought she was just doing her time. She had no idea what waited on the other side. Monique and Chanell have been watching. They always do. Fresh meat never hides for long. Jenna barely gets settled before they're on her, all hands and heat and slow smiles. She tried to act tough at first, but the second they pushed her back on that bunk, her breath caught like she forgot how to use it. They're taking what they want. Clothes coming off in pieces. Monique's mouth on her neck while Chanell spreads her open and tests how wet a girl can get from fear and want. Jenna moans like she's surprised by her own body. Like this was never supposed to happen to her. The cell fills with skin and sweat and the low sounds of three women who stopped caring who's watching. They fuck her until the bars stop feeling like a cage and start feeling like the only place she wants to be.