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    Prison Lovers

    “Hi,” she said softly.

    “My name is Bette Porter,” Bette continued grabbing the blonde woman’s hand and bringing it to her lips so tenderly.

    The blonde woman felt a jolt of electricity running through her body and she found herself panting for air. Bette just smiled at her with that irresistible charm, then it was all a blur.

    They don’t know how they got there. They don’t know when it happened. All they know is that at one point of another they had stumbled into a dark room, lips engaged in fiery battle for dominance, and hands roaming over each other’s body.

    Then the blonde woman was pushed harshly against a wall and Bette was on her lips again. The blonde pushed off the wall and pushed Bette to the bed where they fell with a grunt.

    Then the blonde broke the kiss and sat up to desperately unbuckle Bette’s jeans as Bette’s frantic hands did the same.

    All that was heard was the heavy panting of the two women then the loud gasp when their fingers made contact with each other’s clits.

    “Ahh,” Bette moaned never before in her vast experience feeling a pleasure so intense.

    “Mmm,” the blonde moaned immediately bucking her hips anxious for more contact. Her original mission was forgotten as Bette slipped her fingers inside of her tight core.

    “Shit, so tight,” Bette moaned. The blonde’s hazel eyes darkened in pleasure and she pushed her own fingers into Bette, desperate for the feel of her.

    Bette cried out in pleasure and started pumping her fingers into the blonde as well as pumping her hips. The blonde moaned and moved her hips and fingers to her rhythm. Then their pants started turning into screams and the bed started slamming into the wall harshly.

    “Ahhh ahhh AHHHH,” the blonde screamed as the desired wave of chills ripped through her body and that was all Bette needed to spiral over the edge her toes curling and her back arching in pleasure.

    They collapsed together and struggled to breathe. They removed their fingers slowly and Bette noticed that her fingers had small traces of blood.

    “You were…” she trailed off, surprised that a virgin knew how to maneuver her fingers and body as if she had done it before.

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