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Her lips parted apart with a gasp, saliva dripping down from her chin as you finger fucked her cunt in a painfully slow rhythm. Her hands were tied behind her back, ass up in the air, struggling to keep still. Her slick smeared messily between her thighs, shining under the dim light. A proof of how badly she needed your touch.

"Such a beautiful thing you are... Waiting for me to ruin you." You cooed, voice dripping with amusement as your fingers curled in her tightness teasing her and making her squirm.

The palm of your other hand met her ass, and the slapping sound filled the room along with Vi's whimpers. You could see her back twitching from the pain. You gently caressed the area that was starting to color a beautiful pink before reaching her back and pushing her upper body to the mattress. Her walls tightened around your digits, making you mumble swear words under your breath.

You pulled your fingers back, smearing the wetness on your strap. You spread her cheeks, watching the way she flinches, expecting the pain again. And who were you to deny her needs? Your palm cracked against her swollen cunt making her jolt.

You didn't ease her into it and pushed the thick strap in her, making her take every inch without letting her get used to the fullness. Her cunt wrapped around it like it was meant to be. A loud moan ripped from her throat as you squeezed in more. Your palm met with her plush ass again. For a moment, you could swear that you felt her walls clenching on the strap.

"And people think you are the tough one. Wish I could show them how pathetic you can get."

Her cunt clenched around you again, your name spilling from her lips along with meaningless mumbling. You held her in place with one arm wrapped around her neck. Your body weight crushing her as you moved the strap in and out relentlessly. Every single movement calculated, hitting all the right places.

You kept her there, fucking her brains out, each thrust breaking her down more and more until she was nothing but a mess beneath you, like the bitch she was. The sounds of her desperate moans filled the room, but you didn’t stop, not until you’d ruined her completely.

She didn’t need to beg, her body said it all. And you just kept going until she was nothing but yours.

Under Survelliance

Abby's hands roamed around the body that was on top of her. Both of their shirts were dumped somewhere on the floor, lips smacking against each other with wet sounds. Abby missed this feeling. The warmth...

Her hands reached to the back of the girl's bra, fingers undoing the small hooks. It was rushy. The girl's hand slipped into Abby's pants. Fingers sliding in her panties, brushing against her wetn-

Knock Knock

Abby groaned into the girl's mouth. If it were another salesperson disturbing this moment, she would be ready to go back to prison. They both decided to ignore it. Abby's hands squeezed the back of her thighs as the girl's finger glided across her clit. A small whine rolled out on Abby's lips.

When the doorbell rang this time Abby let out a deep breath and leaned her head back to the armrest of the couch. The girl climbed down from her lap mumbling some swear words under her breath as she put her shirt back. Abby yelled;

"I'm coming!"

Ironic.

She walked to the door, one hand on the back of her neck. The doorbell rang again. "Do people not have common sense anymore?" She whispered to herself as her hand on the knob turned. You could see her facial expression change when she saw you. Abby totally forgot this was the visitation day.

She turned back for a second, her eyes scanning the room, thinking if she had forgotten anything that wasn't supposed to be out in the open. Any weed or drugs would be a one-way ticket back to the prison. She opened the door wider after deciding it was clear, besides the girl she was just making out with.

"Hi Abby, oh- sorry, were you changing? I was starting to think you weren't home. That would be irresponsible since you know the exact date of our visits."

You could see that she was only wearing a bra, eyes lowering as you continued talking. The warmth of your cheeks was getting hard to ignore now. Her body was covered in tattoos (she probably got tattooed half of them in prison). Some scars around her biceps and.. oh, and her abs..

You coughed to keep your thoughts away. She was a parolee for God's sake.

"I can come in and wait. Please go put on some clothes on before we continue."

You heard her cocky chuckle before inviting you in. She definitely saw how you were looking at her. You were restraining yourself from rolling your eyes. This was your life now. You have seen much worse, drugs scattered around, blood, even a gun to your head. You had to get used to moments like this at some point.

You fanned your face with your hand as Abby walked away, letting the door wide open for you to walk in. It was already hot outside, and her being shirtless wasn't really helping.

You entered the small apartment. The other girl awkwardly waved to you before grabbing her belongings and walking to the door. You scoffed to yourself and watched her leave in a hurry. You wondered if she really knew who Abby truly was.

You sat down on the brown leather couch and waited for Abby to come back as you prepared your documents. One leg on top of the other as you looked through her papers. She was sentenced because of assault, more specifically excessive force in self-defense. But there wasn't any additional information about the case itself.

You were so into it that you didn't even notice Abby returning. After hearing her cough, you finally looked up. She sat down on the couch. This wasn't your first meeting but it was the first time you visited her home. You cleaned your throat and straightened your back, leaning to the couch a little.

She was finally clothed with a white tee and a new pair of pants. You could still see the print of her abs, you perv-

"Sorry, had to check something in your file."

You talked, hoping Abby didn't see the way you were looking at her. You kept reminding yourself that this meeting was professional.

After a couple of minutes spent doing small talk, Abby looked more relaxed about the meeting. You scribbled some notes about her behavior and the state of her home. Nothing illegal.

"Was that your girlfriend? She looks beautiful."

Abby looked at you funny. You could see that she was thinking if that was a genuine question or not. You assured her that it was just a part of the procedure. She shifted on the couch. You could sense that she was uncomfortable again. It was your job to watch her body language, but God, why was she manspreading now? Her thighs were so muscular that her pants looked like they were about to rip apart. You licked your now dry lips and looked at Abby's face again, only for her eyes to meet yours.

"She isn't my girlfriend, we just.."

You took some notes about her not being Abby's romantic partner. Abby was well aware of the situation now, the way you looked at her, the way you licked your lips.. Well, she wasn't thinking any different about you now. Her lips parted away slightly to let out a small chuckle. You raised your eyebrow at the sudden change of her expression.

"Okay, that's all I needed to know. It's good to know that you are making friends."

You tried to keep your eye contact as you talked. But Abby wasn't stupid, she could see how you were fucking her with your eyes. She was bouncing her leg while looking right into your eyes. The thoughts of how good you would ride her thigh while her hand wrapped around your neck, choking you rummaged on your mind. Her voice snapped you back to reality.

"Oh no, she isn't my friend. I just fuck her." She leaned towards you, arms resting on her legs. "That's why she was here. I was going to fuck her but you came." Your lips parted, you werent expecting her to talk this explicit. What were you even thinking looking at her like that? You could lose your job over this. You had to pull the strings again.

"This is a professional meeting Abby-"

"Cut the bullshit. You are squeezing your legs every time I look at you in the eyes." Abby could see you were trying not to squeeze them now. Her fingers reached to your stockings. Caressing her way to the end of your grey skirt. You bit your lips, one side of you screaming for you to stop her and- Oh, who were you kidding? Every part of your body was yearning for her touch.

You could feel your heart pounding, each beat echoing in your ears. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, anticipation curling deep in your gut.

"Your uniform can't hide the whore underneath it, hm?" Abby’s voice was low, teasing.

A gasp tore from your lips as she pushed your legs apart. You should resist ,you should at least try, but the truth settled thick in your throat. You wanted this. You had wanted this from the start.

Your thighs twitched as you made a pathetic attempt to close them, but Abby was already between them, her broad shoulders keeping you open, exposed, vulnerable.

"Look how wet you are." Abby cooed, her fingers dragging lazily over your underwear, feeling the dampness seeping through. You melted under her touch, your hips lifting instinctively.

She chuckled, slow and knowing, before sliding the soaked fabric to the side. Then—her breath ghosted over your dripping folds. The sensation alone had your body tensing, aching for relief.

And then Abby’s tongue flicked against sensitive skin, tasting you. Your belly caved in with pleasure, head falling back. Abby's name rolled from your mouth like a prayer.

Your fingers reached to hold anything, finding her hair. Your breath shattering in your throat. A deep moan vibrated against you as Abby hummed in satisfaction, the sound sending pleasure straight to your core.

You tasted divine...

She groaned, eating you out like she’d been starving. Her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking, teasing, her tongue working you with agonizing precision. Wet sounds along with your quiet whimpers filled the room.

Your body betrayed you, rolling forward, seeking more and more. Your legs trembled, barely holding on, as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. Abby’s saliva mixed with your arousal, dripping down, soaking the couch beneath you. Her hand reached on the lower part of your stomach, applying just the right pleasure to roll your eyes back.

She backed up for a moment, her thumb circling over your wet clit, enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. Her fingers dug into you pumping in and out slow, letting you moan for more.

"Look at you.. Such a desperate slut, letting me spread open and use you like this."

Your walls clenched around her fingers.

"Please.."

A chuckle escaped from Abby's lips. "Please what? C'mon, use your words love." She slowed her pace, fingers teasing your walls. She almost stopped moving for a moment, making you whine.

"Fuck- Abby please.. don't stop.."

That was all she needed to hear. Abby curled her fingers just on the right place in your meaty walls, earning a moan from you.

"That's my girl.."

She pressed her wet lips on your thigh and fastened her pace. Her lips then found it's way back on your throbbing clit, tongue wrapping around it. Other hand still pressing on your stomach.

Your back arched, her name spilling from your lips over and over again as you orgasmed. Waves of pleasure surged through your body. Abby didn't stop. She helped you ride out every last bit of your orgasm. Not letting you go until you were a trembling mess under her tongue.

She pulled back slightly, her lips shining with you, a smug look on her face.

"That's it," she murmured, rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clit, making you twitch from the overstimulation.

"Look at the mess you made…" Abby smirked, voice deep, teasing.

She glanced at your crumpled notes on the couch, then back at you, eyes glinting.

"You should probably add that to your report, huh?"