Sandra Romain and Jazmine Leih

Sandra pins the blame on Jazmine the second the cell door slams. She slams the smaller girl against the bars, fist in her black hair, and spits that this whole mess is Jazmine’s fault. Jazmine tries to argue, but Sandra shoves a red ball gag between her teeth and buckles it tight. The click of the strap feels final. Bound and silenced, Jazmine can only moan while Sandra peels off the skimpy hooker outfit, leaving smooth Asian skin bare under fluorescent lights. Sandra drops her own dress, revealing a thick blue strap-on already strapped between her thighs. She bends Jazmine over the narrow bunk, slaps her ass until it reddens, then lines the blunt head up and pushes straight into her tight hole. Every thrust drives deeper, hips snapping, the blue shaft disappearing inch by inch. Jazmine’s muffled cries echo off concrete while Sandra keeps a hand on her neck, holding her down, fucking her without mercy until sweat runs and the bunk creaks beneath them.