Reform School Girls Volume 4 - Forbidden

Kenzie Reeves sits on the narrow cot, knees pulled tight, when the guard Anny Aurora steps inside and locks the door behind her. The air smells like cheap disinfectant and new tension. Anny’s hand still rests on the key, her pulse steady under the collar. She studies the smaller girl’s face, searches for something she can’t name, then lets the keys drop into her pocket. Anny moves first. She slips her fingers beneath Kenzie’s chin, tilts her face up, and kisses her without hurry. Their mouths meet once, then again, firmer this time, tongues meeting in the heat of it. Kenzie’s fingers fumble at the buttons of Anny’s uniform. Anny shrugs the jacket off one shoulder, then the next, never breaking the kiss. When the shirt opens, Kenzie palms a breast through lace, feels the nipple harden under her touch. Anny pushes Kenzie onto the mattress. She tugs Kenzie’s thin tank top up and off, exposing small, tight breasts, then leans down and draws one into her mouth. She sucks, rolls the nipple with her tongue, scrapes it lightly with her teeth. Kenzie arches. Her fingers knot in Anny’s hair. Anny slides a hand between Kenzie’s thighs, feels damp cotton cling to wet heat. She presses two fingers against the fabric, rubs slowly, watches Kenzie’s breath catch. She peels the shorts away, spreads Kenzie open, studies her flushed pussy for a heartbeat before licking a long stripe from entrance to clit. Kenzie jerks. Anny licks again, circles the swollen bud, sucks it between her lips. Kenzie tastes sweet, a little sharp, slick coating Anny’s chin. Kenzie grinds up, wordless. Anny answers with two fingers, slides them inside, curls, fucks her in steady strokes while her tongue keeps working. Kenzie comes hard, thighs clamping Anny’s head, a strangled moan swallowed against the pillow. Anny keeps licking her through it, gentler now, until Kenzie’s legs fall open again. She straightens, unbuckles her belt, shoves trousers and panties to her knees. Kenzie reaches for her, pulls her closer. Anny climbs on top, aligns their bodies, grinds her own slick cunt against Kenzie’s thigh. Kenzie slips two fingers between Anny’s folds, finds the spot that makes Anny’s hips stutter. They rock together, breathing the same shallow rhythm, the cot creaking with every movement. Anny comes with a low, broken sound, her mouth pressed to Kenzie’s neck, cunt pulsing around Kenzie’s fingers. Afterward they stay tangled. Sweat cools on bare skin. Outside the reinforced door, footsteps pass and keep walking. Inside, the world narrows to the slow drag of fingertips along ribs, the quiet promise that neither of them is entirely alone tonight.