Uniform Romance

Warden April Blue has the lieutenant bent over her desk. Wild Devil’s slacks are down around her boots, bare ass up. Blue grips the back of the girl’s neck with one gloved hand, the other buried three fingers deep between Devil’s folds. Every thrust drags a soft, wet sound from the lieutenant. She gasps, knees shaking, while Blue’s tongue traces the line of sweat running down her spine. Blue’s voice stays low, almost bored. "Keep it down, or we switch to the holding cell." Devil nods, teeth sunk into her own forearm, but the next push makes her moan loud enough to echo off the concrete. Blue laughs, then drives in harder. She leans close, lips brushing Devil’s ear. "One more sound and I call in the whole shift." Devil bites back another cry, hips rolling to meet every stroke. The warden’s thumb finds her clit. Presses. Circles. Devil shakes, breath gone, slick running down the inside of her thigh. Blue leans in again, voice barely a whisper. "Good girl."