Backstage with Aletta Ocean

Aletta Ocean never bought her own tough-girl act until the moment she slipped her hand between her thighs and made the two prisoners watch. Zack and Kristian sat cuffed, cocks straining against denim while she circled her clit for them, slow at first, then quicker, letting her breath hitch just to watch their jaws tighten. The cell smelled like concrete and sweat. She kept going until the air itself felt thick. Then the cuffs came off. Zack reached her first, spun her, and sank his cock straight into her ass while Kristian filled her pussy in one rough thrust. Aletta braced against the bars and took them both, the double stretch turning every breath into a gasp. They fucked her hard and steady, one driving forward when the other pulled back, until she came with a broken sound that echoed off the cell walls. When it was over, her legs shook and her lipstick was smeared, but the smirk stayed on her face like proof she’d earned it.