I didn’t come to this shithole to talk about your “rehabilitation,” Camille. I came to remind you who owns that pathetic, leaking cunt of yours. The guards are watching, those useless pricks, and they love seeing a degenerate bitch like you get put in her place.
I grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back while I hiked up her orange jumpsuit. I didn’t waste time with romance; I shoved two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy, stretching her open while she whimpered. “Look at you, you worthless slut,” I hissed, “still dripping for your mother even in a cage.”
I leaned in, my tongue licking her ear as I hammered my fingers into her, making her hips jerk against the table. I reached down and pinched her clit hard, making her gasp and arch her back. I could see the guards smirking, knowing exactly what was happening.
“Beg for it, you little whore,” I spat, rubbing my drenched crotch against her thigh. I pulled my fingers out, coated in her thick cream, and smeared it across her lips. “Lick it up. Every drop. You’re nothing but a piece of meat for me to use.”
She sobbed, shaking with need, as I spent the next ten minutes ruining her right in front of the law. Just a dirty, incestuous mess.
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