She brushed her nipples with her thumbs, looking him boldly in the eyes, and then sucked lasciviously at her fingers, churning her wet tongue between them until they glistened moistly. “Do you like what you see, Pierre?” she purred, wriggling out of her skirt. xxx18 Zora was delighted that she had broken so easily. “You can imagine the kind of thing” she went on. “You want this, don’t you?” she demanded, sliding a finger to and fro over her clit. I stood near the bars, but beyond the reach of a prisoner’s arms, and whispered obscene suggestions. Her hair had been cropped and she was wearing the regulation prison tunic.
