Locked Down

Sophia walks into the cell like she still thinks she owns something. Leigh is waiting—leaned back on the bottom bunk, arms behind her head, watching the new girl drop her things. No introductions. Just a hard stare and one word: strip. Sophia hesitates, then peels everything off, the air cold against her tits and the damp between her legs. Leigh shoves her down, spreads her cheeks, and runs her tongue over her asshole in long, wet strokes before driving two fingers deep into her cunt. She works her hard, tongue flicking back and forth until Sophia starts to shake, then pulls away right when the edge hits. Sophia whines; Leigh cuffs her wrists to the top bunk frame, yanks her hips back, and slams the strap-on in without warning. Every thrust knocks the air out of her. When she yanks the harness off she forces the slick silicone between Sophia’s lips and holds it there until the new girl gags and drools. Later she cuffs Sophia flat to the mattress, straddles her face, and grinds down until she can feel that tongue where she wants it. The vibrator buzzes against Sophia’s clit, turned up, turned down, turned up again while Leigh keeps her on the edge. She makes her beg—voice cracking, hips twitching, mouth full of pussy—until Leigh finally lets her come, thighs locked tight around Sophia’s head.