Do me, Copper!

The blonde sits on the cold metal cot, legs spread, her prison uniform half-open down the front. Her fingers slide between her thighs, already wet, rubbing slow circles. Across from her, the Latina officer watches. Tight navy blue shirt stretched over full tits, badge glinting under the lights, utility belt hanging low on her hips. She steps closer, boots echoing on the concrete floor. The blonde reaches up, tugs the officer’s zipper down, and cups her through the black panties. Heat. Moisture. The cop doesn’t pull away. Instead she leans in, letting the inmate press her mouth to the damp fabric and suck. A soft groan slips out of the officer. The blonde pulls the panties aside, tongue flicking across bare lips, tasting salt and skin. The cop unbuckles her belt, lets it drop. She grabs a slim silver vibrator from her pocket, flicks it on, and presses the buzzing tip to the blonde’s clit through thin cotton panties. The inmate moans, hips jerking. The officer pushes the fabric aside, slides the toy straight into her. Wet sounds fill the cell. The blonde’s thighs tremble. The officer steps out of her own pants, climbs onto the cot, spreads wide. The inmate takes the vibrator, now slick, and pushes it between the cop’s dark folds. The officer rocks against it, one hand gripping the bars above them, the other tangled in blonde hair, guiding that eager mouth to her clit. They trade the toy back and forth, fucking each other with it until the cell smells of sex and the metal frame creaks under their weight. The blonde comes first, biting the officer’s thigh to muffle her cry. The cop follows seconds later, thighs locked around the inmate’s head, vibrator still buzzing inside her as she pulses and gasps.