The Underdog

Puma Swede does not flinch at rules or guards. She carries her body like the weapon it is and lets silence do half the work. When Phoenix decides to test her, the cell goes still. The blonde towers over her, all curves and heat, but size means nothing once Puma closes the gap. A single shove, a knee between thighs, and Phoenix finds herself pinned against the bunk with her wrists trapped above her head. Big tits strain at the thin cotton. Puma’s tongue flicks across her bottom lip, tasting the fight and the sudden surrender. She doesn’t waste words. She simply takes—hands sliding beneath Phoenix’s waistband, fingers finding how wet the struggle has made her. Every slow thrust, every squeeze of her ass, every drag of a nipple across her mouth tells Phoenix the same thing: the underdog already owns her.