Vivian awoke to the soft caress of another woman's hand on her face. The soft touch felt good, so different from the brutal handling she had experienced so far. She opened her eyes and looked into the burning brown eyes of a lovely Mexican woman. It was all she could do to keep from gasping with surprise.
"Oh, baby, did they hurt you?" the other woman asked, her voice husky with emotion as she continued to run her fingers lightly over the girl's lovely features.
"Who are you?" Vivian asked the glamorous woman sitting next to her. Her long raven hair flowed like a river to her waist and her skin was coppery and alive with energy. The touch of her light caressing fingers soothed some of the hurt she was feeling.
"I am Rosita… a murderess and your cellmate," the girl answered as she continued with the delicate massage.
A murderess… Up until now Vivian had lived with only the finest types of people, but now she was forced to live with a murderess! Since her arrival in Mexico, she had been through more changes than in her entire previous life.
"And who are you?" Rosita asked as her fingers traveled lightly down the waking girl's neck and across her shoulders. She was a lesbian, and was in jail for killing a man over a lover, a lover who was not as good-looking as the girl in her cell.
"I'm V-Vivian Long," she stammered in response, now fully awake. Her body was stirring under the delicate fingers that touched her skin. She was surprised at the way they seemed to soothe the hurt she felt from her rapes.
"They raped you, didn't they?" Rosita smiled. "The pigs rape any woman they get their hands on," she continued as she boldly let her fingers start to unbutton Vivian's blouse.
"Yes, they did," the girl replied, blushing. She was getting excited by the other woman's hands. They were so soft and soothing, nothing like the rough pinching grip of the men, or the hard hands of the matron. For a moment she thought she was being touched gently by her lover Max.
"Please… don't," she finally murmured, trying to resist the first tenderness anyone had shown her in Mexico. She had the need to feel loved, but the moral question of letting another woman be her lover gnawed at her, if only for a moment.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," Rosita smiled softly. "I'm not like those brutes. They're animals. I'm a woman. I understand."
"Oh, Rosita," Vivian finally moaned, stirring under the delicate fingers of this woman she hardly knew, "come lay by me and help me to forget the way I was fucked."
Rosita responded to her cellmate's request, quickly removing the rest of her clothing and then lying next to her in the shadows of the lower bunk. The warmth of Vivian's body penetrated her clothing and teased her already tingling desires.
"Why did they arrest you?" she questioned softly.
"They say I'm a smuggler, but I'm not," Vivian sobbed. "I've never done anything illegal. I'm the daughter of a United States Senator." She began to cry and turned away from the woman who was treating her so tenderly.
Rosita ran her soft hands across the flesh of the crying girl, trying to soothe the hurt she knew the girl was feeling. The two women were strangers, but Rosita was certain instinctively that her cellmate was telling her the truth.
Rosita squeezed the girl tightly to her, pressing her tits against her back. She felt the girl's pain. She, too, had been raped by the pigs of the Federal Judicial Police. She, too, had been humiliated and tortured. She, however, was guilty of a crime and it was possible that this girl wasn't.
Vivian turned around; she bit her lip in an effort to hold back the tears that were flowing from her eyes. She was excited and confused, ashamed of the feelings that were sweeping over her.
Rosita leaned over the girl's face and gingerly lowered her lips to hers and kissed the girl long and passionately, winding her tongue into the soft wet lips.
"Oh, Rosita," Vivian cooed softly into the woman's ear, feeling their bodies come together. She was afraid of the feeling that were beginning to build in her as she returned the kiss and felt her own succulent and lovely flesh tinge.
"Oh, you lovely darling…" Rosita purred as she began to remove her own clothing. She hadn't been this hot in a long time, and she was certain that the girl would become a willing lover once she had been allowed to lock her knowing lips over the other woman's pussy.
As Vivian stirred under Rosita's loving touch, she felt a thrumming inside her body as their tits pressed together. She wanted to tell this woman everything about her arrest, but knew it would be hard to ever tell anyone about the cattle prod and the way it had been shoved into her ass.
Rosita's hands moved gently over Vivian's body, lingering in the places they shouldn't have. For the first time since her own arrest she was feeling a woman worthy of her own sensuous flesh and desire.
Her nipples are becoming hard against mine! Vivian thought as she felt Rosita's hands, move gingerly down her back, molding the firmness of her ass and hips.
"Ohhhh… Rosita," Vivian moaned, with more passion than she had ever known before. Her rape had been degrading. The four men had stuck their large, greasy cocks into every orifice, mouth, pussy and asshole while they had used her for their own pleasure and to soothe a man's revenge against her father. At one point they had even pissed on her! It was no wonder that her body was now responding to the tender caresses of another woman. Her need to feel love was overwhelming. The orgasms she had experienced during the rapes had left her hungry for affection.
The tone of Vivian's voice sent a shudder sweeping across Rosita's flesh. It was obvious to her, a lesbian of great experience, that she was turning the girl on.
"Vivian, I need you! You've got to understand that I'm not going to rape you." Rosita's fingers moved through the girl's gash and brushed over her clit. She didn't have the will to resist the naked flesh next to her. Vivian's needs blended with her own horny desires, making it easy to continue with the seduction of the girl.
Vivian closed her eyes and smiled, allowing her hands to move over her own tipped tits, teasing the firmness, tracing the curves while Rosita's fingers caressed her cunt. Without hesitation she opened herself to the probing hands, letting them do whatever they wanted to her aching pussy.
"Does that feel good, Vivian?"
"Ohhh… yes!"
"As good as any man?"
"Better than any man, Rosita. I don't have to worry about being abused by you."
Rosita looked into her cellmate's deep green eyes. She knew that she had the girl and that there was no way for her to turn back now. She knew that the nearness of her body was making the other girl dizzy and that soon she would be the latest girl to be lost in the ecstasy of her own type of love.
"We belong together," she cooed into Vivian's ear hotly.
"Rosita, you're so sweet and warm. I want you."
Vivian's words shed the last veil of restraint. The two women's lips came together and their tongues met in an instant of warm lesbian love. Their bodies melted into one.
Vivian closed her eyes again; the cell was spinning, the bunk tumbling as she daringly broke the kiss and allowed her lips to nibble at the other woman's neck. She was on fire as the passion of her first real sexual encounter with another woman began to overwhelm her.
Rosita returned the girl's efforts with her own renewed passion. She used her mouth to stimulate Vivian's hips, waist and tits.
Vivian moaned again and again. Rosita's hands were so gentle after the brutal assaults she had suffered; even the way the small fingers molded her boobs was different. She squirmed under the lingering lips that sucked on her nipples ever so lightly. Her pussy was steaming and swollen.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she cried suddenly.
She opened her eyes and sucked air into her lungs. Lust! Fire! Delightful sensation! She looked down the valley of her tits across the flatness of her belly and saw the lovely Mexican woman mouthing her flaming cunt. She felt the tongue, warm and sensuous, parting her pussylips and probing the depths of her searing hole. Wantonly she used her own hands to ripple over her clit, making her hips buck upward against Rosita's pressing lips. Her whole body trembled as it dawned on her that she was making love with a lesbian!
Rosita was consumed by the act she was committing. The sweaty odor of the girl's cunt filled her flaring nostrils. The taste of sperm added to her fire. She loved women more than any man ever could, and she used her mouth to prove it. She swirled her cunt-loving tongue in and out of the burning twat, plucking at the fiery clit, and washed her lips in the warm juices that flowed so freely.
"Oh… Rosita!" Vivian gasped, "Ahhh, God! I want it!"
"What do you want, Vivian?" Rosita groaned. She heaved up and down, bucking her hips and feeling the cool mattress against her hot ass and arching back.
Rosita's mouth went back to Vivian's cunt, sucking at the stiff clit, squeezing, making her moan again and again. Suddenly, the bunk moved and she could feel Vivian as she tried to return the tenderness she was receiving by moving her body around. She felt tits against the softness of her belly, the nipples stiff and hard.
Rosita felt Vivian's lips on her thighs, moist and warm, setting her on fire. She felt fingers spreading the lips of her own pussy. Vivian was about to make love back to her. All the shameful things that had happened to her were driving the girl to lick Rosita's tender twat; she needed to return the love she was receiving.
Vivian gasped as she looked at the naked beauty of her lover's cunt. All the things she had heard in jokes at parties and in school about what she was starting to do came flashing back to her in an instant of startling reality: queer, dyke, butch, lesbian. Her mind was full of images that had lived in the back of her subconscious; all of them had been evil and slimy. She looked into the mouth of Rosita's naked cunt and saw it twitching with need. She was amazed at the size of the woman's clit as it throbbed in front of her eyes. She saw the curve of her belly, the oily pinkness of her inner pussy as the older woman lifted enough to allow Vivian to get comfortable.
Vivian saw it all; the woman was showing her love after her ordeal at the hands of the rapists. Thinking about her arrest made her cry out, and she flung her arms around the flaring hips and taut asscheeks that were over her face. She buried her mouth against them just like Rosita was doing for her.
She kissed wildly at the soft flesh and tender cuntlips. She enjoyed the soft moistness against her face. She shot her tongue in and out of the warm gash and nibbled with her mouth, forgetting all the images of fear and dirt that her education and life-style had so deliberately left her with. She didn't know if this made her a lesbian or not and she didn't care; to her it had become just an expression of her need for love.
Emotion pushed harder at Vivian and made it impossible to think or reason. Her mind and body merged into one, making it difficult to distinguish between love and sex. Her body was on fire and a woman was in her arms, softly soothing the hurt she felt. This was all that mattered for the moment. The rest of the world could judge her when it was over. Right now Rosita was sucking lightly on her clit and that was reason enough to be excited.
Tender hot thighs wrapped around Vivian's neck. Hot pussy juice trickled on her cheeks. The soft down of Rosita's twat brushed back and forth across her mouth. She couldn't keep her tongue from darting in and out of the moist gash.
Rosita's mouth was working hotly on Vivian, her tongue working in and out of her tight little cunt. Oh, my God! she thought. They even fucked her in the ass. She let her tongue wander down the crack of Vivian's sweet firm ass and tenderly lick the puckered butthole.
Vivian shuddered under the soft licking tongue as it probed in and out of her sore hung.
Rosita again thrust her mouth over the girl's steamy cunt in search of the tingling flavor she had tasted before. She wanted to give more than she was receiving. She continued to lick and suck Vivian's pussy and clit. She found she couldn't control the wiggling of her own ass as it twisted and turned, heaving her hips under the probing and parting of her puffy cuntlips by the girl's fingers and tongue.
She groaned deep in her throat as she found herself grinding her firm tits into Vivian's flat belly. She pushed her mouth flat against the girl's gushing slit and waggled her tongue in and out of the slippery hole. She felt the cunt muscles tighten and release as Vivian's pussy began to flutter and release hot sticky juice.
"Rosita… I'm coming… I'm coming!" Vivian screamed as she exploded in a violent climax.
"So am I… Ohhh… Ahhh…" Rosita whimpered as her own orgasm rushed over her body.
A moan rushed from Vivian, muffled in the dampness of her cellmate's cunt. Her hands gripped Rosita's ass tightly as the waves of her orgasm became more intense. Her body trembled violently, and she moaned again and again, turning her head to the side and letting the room tumble about her.
Rosita felt the girl's mouth move back to her own pussy and suck and squeeze at the tenderness of her swollen clit. She squeezed her thighs tighter around Vivian's neck and mashed her warm snatch against her lips again and again. She felt the tongue sliding in and out of the warm soft slit and moaned with pleasure as her own climax made her body tremble and her pussy drip.
Both women lay still for a moment and enjoyed the afterglow of their long, passionate release. Each for an instant forgot the gloomy reality of the prison.
Rosita was the first to stir, rolling off the girl and standing, her lovely naked body grateful for the release.
Vivian watched as the woman dressed, feeling guilt and shame. The act she had just completed of her own volition had been one of perverted love and she had liked it. She knew that something was amiss about the reality of life and the way she had been raised. She needed to talk to someone about it, and maybe Rosita was that person.
Rosita wiggled her pert ass as she finished fucking in her blouse and looked over at the naked girl.
"You're one hot little whore," she said as she walked to the toilet near the bunk and sat down.
Maybe I am a whore, Vivian thought as she pulled her long legs up to her tits and sat looking at the woman whose pussy she had just sucked. Maybe that's my true calling. The way my body responds to sex makes me really wonder.
"You had better get dressed, honey. This is a jail and the matrons get up-tight easy." Rosita's words were meant as a sincere warning; she didn't want to get separated from her newly acquired lover too quickly. After all, Vivian was a valuable possession.
Vivian still remained silent as she stood and dressed. She was uncertain of what to do or what to think; what would Rosita expect from her now? Her fear had subsided only for an instant and now she was paranoid again.
Rosita watched as the girl pulled her baggy pants over her lean, firm body, and buttoned the shirt that was too large to show off her lovely tits. She was horny for the girl already and they had just finished sucking each other's cunts to tremendous orgasms.
"You were talking up a storm before our little fuck," she said, trying to get Vivian to talk to her.
"I'm scared. I'm scared…" Vivian said as she broke into tears. She was tormented by all the things that had happened to her and the doubts she had about her father's willingness to help her.
"You can talk to me," Rosita said softly to the girl. The more she knew about her, the easier it would be to use her. Rosita had learned early in her life of crime and sex that to have someone's confidence was often more valuable than having a gun when you wanted something from that person.
Vivian rejoiced at the sound of Rosita's words. Maybe this woman would befriend her. She was totally unaware of any preplanned scheme on the part of her cellmate.
"I'm so confused," she began. "The first thing that happened to me when I got off the plane was my arrest. These two men accused me of smuggling cocaine in the customs office, then took me to a back room."
Rosita listened to Vivian's story as she took a cigarette from a pack in her pocket and offered one to the girl, all without interrupting her words.
"They fucked me and made me drink tequila until I signed a confession!" Vivian blurted out, accepting the cigarette even though she didn't smoke. This was the first gesture of kindness she had received from anyone and she didn't want to turn it down.
"After that I must have passed out." Vivian paused, taking a light from Rosita. The cigarette smoke tasted strange, but was still pleasant. Just the fact that someone was listening to her was pleasant. She needed a friend desperately.
"I woke up in a dark cell, naked. A light suddenly came on and four men entered." Vivian shuddered as she forced herself to recall exactly what had happened. "One of them was holding a cattle prod." She began to sob.
"It's all right," Rosita whispered as she moved onto the bed next to the girl. She ran her free hand softly over the girl's hair and neck. "It will do you good to tell me… Talking to someone always helps."
"They raped me and tortured me with the cattle prod," Vivian said as soon as she had the sobbing under control. She liked the soft touch of Rosita's hand on her skin; it made it easier to tell.
"One of the men, an American, told me my father had put his wife in prison for a crime she never committed." Vivian took a long drag on her cigarette and tried to keep from thinking of her father. What kind of man would put an innocent woman in prison to feed his own political ambitions?
"Your father is really a United States Senator?" Rosita asked, trying to keep calm. If it were true that this girl was from a rich family, she had in all probability never made love to another woman before.
"Yes, my father is Joseph Long, Senator from the great State of Texas." The words sounded alien to Vivian as she spoke them. The doubts she felt about her father were gnawing at her love and respect for the way of life she had been raised to live.
"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Rosita asked. She wanted to know if she were really the first.
"No," Vivian whispered, blushing.
Rosita's hands grew bolder as she dropped her cigarette to the floor. She gently cupped the girl's firm jugs and teased the nipples.
Vivian trembled under the light caress. Her nipples were responding against her will. She was disgusted with her body's reactions to all the sex imposed upon her, and equally upset with her own lack of nerve and bravery in not rejecting the things that her morals told her were wrong.
"Stop that," she said, and pushed Rosita's hand away.
Rosita was quick to respond and was on the girl instantly, lunging and pinning her to the bed. She backhanded the girl and gritted her teeth.
"I'm the honcho of cellblock C and don't you ever forget it again," she hissed at the startled girl.
"I w-won't," Vivian stuttered. She was astounded at the strength of her cellmate. It was at this point that she discovered that it was useless for her to try to resist any physical assaults on her person. She was just too weak to fight. The truth that other human beings would do anything to get what they wanted, even if it was against another person's will, left her at odds with the world, confused. Even her father was willing to destroy innocent lives for the sake of a position of power.
Rosita again touched Vivian's tits, but this time she pinched the nipples through the shirt. She was excited by the fact that the girl was new to the ways of lesbian love. She was almost sure that two of the other women in cellblock C could be persuaded to pay highly to have Vivian suck their pussies.
"We're going to dinner in a few minutes. We'll continue this after that." Rosita's words were clear and expressed her dominance. As she backed away and stood, she reflected; she was prison-wise and knew what a good thing it would be to have this hot little mama to pimp.
Food, Vivian thought, remembering that she hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours.
Vivian lay in her bottom bunk digesting the dinner of cold beans and rice she had just finished. It was degrading the way they were fed: a large pot of food and bowls were left inside the gate, and then all the cells were opened at once by a master switch. Rosita had led her to the pot and she was allowed to fill one of the bowls. She had felt the eyes of all the other inmates upon her as she walked back to the cell with her cellmate. She was certain that each of them knew that she had been made by the strong little Mexican woman.
Rosita had left Vivian alone in the cell while she ate. She was used to the prison system and knew that the cells would be left open for a couple of hours after which the matrons would return and all the prisoners would be locked up again in their fetid dungeons. She knew she could use this time to pimp the girl.
So many things have happened to me so quickly, Vivian thought as she tried to piece together some sort of philosophy to get her through these troubled times. What disturbed her more than the rapes, the torture, or even the lesbian affair in which she was now involved was what she had found out about her father. His abuse of another human, especially a woman, left her whole world without any form of justice. She had come to respect her father more than anyone else in the world. He was her moral advisor and the protecting force of her life. His actions left her completely disillusioned about everything. If what he did was solely for his own power, then he's the cause of my suffering.
The thought was enough to twist Vivian's love for her father and change it to bate.
The silhouette of two women standing in the cell door interrupted Vivian's thoughts. She sat up and squinted her eyes to see who they were. They were other prisoners! One was a big, good-looking blonde with baby-blue eyes and big tits, obviously an American. The other was a young Mexican girl whose body vibrated from an excess of energy.
"What do you want?" Vivian asked, startled, as they entered the cell.
"We want you!" the big blonde answered as the two women moved closer to the bunk.
"I don't understand," Vivian said, trembling. She was certain that they wanted her body and that Rosita had sent them. Still, she had to try to resist for her own mental well-being. She knew her body would respond to whatever they did to her and she was ashamed.
"Maybe what Rosita told us is true," the slight Mexican said, smiling at her friend and sitting down next to the girl.
"Well, if it is, I'm sure we can teach her to do what we want," the big, lush blonde said as she assumed a seat on the other side of Vivian.
"Please don't hurt me!" Vivian begged as the two women began to touch her tits and face. She would do whatever they wanted; she had been through enough pain because of her resistance already. She knew it was useless to struggle.
"Just take off your clothes and suck us off," the foxy little Mexican said, her big brawn eyes sparkling as she wriggled from her tight prison jeans. "We paid five dollars for this. Rosita promised you'd be real cooperative."
"Yeah, sweetheart…" the big blonde cooed, licking her lips as she undressed, revealing her firm and lush body. "We're going to teach you how to suck pussy."
Vivian found herself becoming excited as she watched the two women undress. Since her arrest she had had so many sexual encounters, each of which had brought her to orgasm, each temporarily letting her forget the disgusting truth of her plight. This might not be so bad, she thought as she began to remove her own clothing. At least I won't have any hard cocks jabbing away at my body.
"You've got some lovely little tits," the big blonde whispered as she looked at the girl's completely nude figure. She felt a surge of anticipation sweep across her own naked skin. She wanted to feel the lips of Vivian's pussy pushed tight against her own.
"Oh, to hell with all this! Let's get down to the fucking and sucking," the slight Mexican said, her own tits revealing her excitement; the nipples were swollen and flushed from the rushing blood.
The three women climbed into the bunk, the big blonde at the edge of the mattress near the open cell door, with Vivian and the sexy little Mexican dish snuggled up close on the other side.
"I think I'll just watch for a while," the lush blonde sighed as she leered at her friend pushing Vivian's head down towards her pulsing pussy.
The sleazy little Mexican woman lifted one of her legs and rested it on the wall, making her thighs part wide, revealing a slick oily gash and bald pussylips. Juice seemed to leak onto the flesh of her ass as she rocked to and fro, wiggling her pelvis with anticipated pleasure.
I've never seen a bald pussy before, Vivian thought as her face drew nearer the hot cunt. Her tongue crossed her lips in a reflex, smelling the aroma of the woman's snatch and anticipating the taste.
There was a chance that if she sucked the two girls off, she might be spared the humiliation of her own orgasm. She was still trying to fight the conflict between her actions and the morality of her early life which still had such a grasp on her conscious mind. She groaned inwardly and allowed her lips to touch the other woman's hot gash. "Ahhhhhh!" the Mexican woman keened lowly, thrusting her cunt up to Vivian's lips. "Use your tongue and suck… Lick my clit! Ohhh!" She was vibrating as she wiggled her hot twat against the girl's mouth.
Vivian gave it all she was worth and used her mouth and tongue on the pressing pussy, darting in and out and sliding over the clit while she sucked.
"Use your fingers," the squirming woman commanded as she pressed her cunt harder against Vivian's head, feeling the lips hot on her horny flesh.
Vivian responded and snaked her hands along the woman's thighs, over her firm, soft belly, and grasped her tender boobs, squeezing the nipples softly. She was disgusted at the ease with which the act she was committing had ignited her lust and desire. Her internal conflict concerning her sexuality was reaching the bursting point.
The big blonde shivered as her own anticipation made her reach out and touch Vivian's naked flesh, caressing her back and thighs, letting her hands linger on her solid ass.
"You're the best-looking prison whore I've ever seen," she sighed as her hands brushed over Vivian's twat.
Am I a whore? Vivian asked herself as the stroking hands sent shivers sweeping across her body. The sweaty, sticky odor of the other woman's pussy filled her nostrils while she sucked hard and tried to push the thought from her mind. She moved one of her hands down from the raven-haired Mexican's tits and ran her finger in and out of her cunt while she sucked harder on her clit.
"Eat me…" the woman moaned as she bucked and twisted, bumping her head on the top bunk as she squirmed to open the pussy wider.
Vivian used her fingers and mouth on the pussy in front of her while her own body was being caressed and fondled from the rear by the sexy blonde. She felt the woman's fingers as they lightly peeled apart the tender lips of her pussy and sunk lightly into the bright coral pink of her open snatch.
Vivian stirred as she felt the probing finger withdraw from her quaking pussy. She continued to lick and suck on the Mexican woman's clit. Her own sensuality was deeply aroused now and she was aware of the pleasure she was giving. For the first time in her life she was cognizant of her own sexual ability as a woman, understanding that giving in sex was as important as taking. She understood her new role in life; her deeply hidden inner person was breaking through to the surface.
She was a giver.
The voluptuous blonde slowly drew her fingers over Vivian's searing cunt. It was wet and slippery to her touch. She traced the soft skin from the end of the lips to the crack of her ass and gingerly trailed the tips to the puckering, quivering mouth of the girl's asshole. She pushed inside, slipping two fingers as deeply as she could, making Vivian wriggle and moan.
Vivian worked her mouth harder against the Mexican woman's crotch, lapping with her tongue all around and inside, pumping with her fingers as she allowed herself to enjoy the pumping fingers in her ass.
The saucy Mexican gripped the back of Vivian's head and groaned as she twisted her pussy harder into the girl's mouth. She was heaving heavily, on the verge of a climactic explosion.
"Oh, what a beautiful sucking whore you are!" the Mexican tart yelled. "What a magnificent tongue you have…" she crooned as she rushed toward her peak.
The statuesque blonde continued to ream her fingers in and out of Vivian's asshole while she rubbed her clit with her other hand. She enjoyed watching the girl's hips chum rhythmically as she struggled to reach a climax. The way her soft flesh yielded to her hands was exciting.
Vivian began to tremble as she buried her face as deeply as she could into the other woman's crotch. She found a drastic difference in the soft hands and bellies of women and the ramming cocks of men. Even her lover, Max, had often just rammed away at her pussy without thinking of her own needs. She blew her breath hotly into the gaping pussy she was mouthing as the explosive suddenness of a climax rocked her whole body.
The little Mexican murmured under the panting flow of breath as the waves of her orgasm consumed her. She locked her fingers in Vivian's long blonde hair, lifting her cunt to the burning lips.
"Ohhh, my little whore… You fuck so good!" she gasped.
Yes, I am a whore, Vivian thought as she allowed herself to be fully satisfied by the climax. I'm a whore because of my father! All the men of the world seemed evil, out to increase their power over others. Her father, her lover, and the men who had raped her only had one thing on their minds, and that was their own climax.
"What about me?" the lush blonde asked, looking at the two panting women. "Don't I get a chance to come? I paid my money for this, you young jailhouse whore!"
Vivian turned without another word and kissed and licked on the blonde woman's pussy until she came on her mouth while the catty Mexican woman sucked her from behind. This time her morals were cast totally aside and she reveled in the hot bathing liquid that seeped onto her face. I've really become a whore, Vivian thought, and I like it.