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"Open your legs. I want to see you, all of you." Amaya saw raw hunger in her man’s eyes. It was now or never. She lifted her legs, knees bent, toes braced on the edge... and she spread herself slowly, trembling, showing him her wet, needy pussy to those eyes loaded with shameless lust.

I just couldn't pee. "Look", said Anne, "I can see you're nervous. How about if I helped to get you a little turned on again. Would that help?" Not wanting to miss the opportunity I quickly said that it would be worth a try. Anne pulled her chair back from the table and placed it directly in front of me and about three feet away. She then pulled off her T-shirt to reveal the most beautiful small but firm breasts. Raising her bum slightly off the chair she pulled her knickers down and kicked them off. Then sitting back she spread her legs just enough to expose her pussy to me and said, "That's better. Now lets see if we can get you really juicy." With that she gently started to masturbate her

That made something tight in my chest ease, just a little. She always looked at me like I was her entire world. And sometimes, it felt like I was. Amaya was strikingly beautiful. She had a narrow, straight nose, bold eyes that carried an unspoken fire, and long, dark hair that cascaded past her shoulders like a silken waterfall. At just eighteen, she was a high school senior who always stood out, brilliant, and determined. She consistently earned gold medals at the end of every term, making the whole school know her name.

Amaya suddenly appeared, taking a seat beside me on the log that Garret and I had claimed as our own. "Oh God, please don't make me think about that," I shuddered at the thought of my escaped fate. "Sorry, but seriously, I'm so damn relieved he didn't claim you tonight," she said, shaking her head and crossing her ankles. Amaya was dressed in her favorite pair of black leather boots, paired with a long sheer black dress. Her hair was mostly tied up in a lazy bun, with a few loose locks framing her face. "You and I both!" I nodded in agreement.

She was sprawled out in front of me, with her legs coiled around my waist, and her round, perky breasts were a fucking perfect view. My fingers parted her folds as I positioned my cock into her entrance. "Open your eyes." My voice came out hoarse as I panted. Amara opened her eyes, and a seductive smile curled on her lips. With her hair sprawled out around her and some of it sticking to her skin, she looked like a sex goddess, sending me into lust overdrive. I bucked my hips forward, penetrating her pussy again, and her body jolted. "Oh, Goddess!" She whimpered, shutting her eyes.

I groaned. She took her time in doing it. Amelia was almost naked, just wearing a pair of panties. I’d seen her in bikinis plenty of times, not to mention her crop tops and little shorts from the summer or her workout gear when she felt like showing off and getting dolled up for the gym. Her tight, slender body wasn’t new to me. Her little tits were though, each one a small half-orange with a rosey pink quarter-sized areola and a rubbery nipple standing almost an inch out and proud. “Yes, Tay?” she finally asked as she took her lips from my cock, smirking at me as she continued to slowly stroke it.

My stomach tightened painfully. Derek’s hands slid up my back, his lips grazing my ear. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. I smiled faintly, though it felt hollow. “You’re drunk.” “Maybe,” he murmured, pulling me closer. “But it’s true.” Before I could respond, I heard her voice — smooth, silky, poisonous. “Hi, you must be Nina.” I turned, and there she was. Amaya. Up close, she was even more perfect — flawless skin, dark eyes lined with precision, and a confidence that could kill. She smiled at me like she was doing me a favor.

Amaya said and laid down on the bed. Grace widened her eyes surprisingly, her gaze fixed on Amaya. “Are you saying Gianna is a fucking lesbian!?!" Amaya didn't answer. She just stares into space, remembering her first encounter with Gianna when she came to the prison. FLASH BACK. A beautiful Amaya entered the restroom to wash off the speck of food that clings to her jumpsuit when someone entered and squeezed her ass behind, pressing her body against hers. “Hot." Gianna moaned out, her breath raking against her neck, making fear run through her nerves.

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Darkness swallowed me. “What the hell…” I muttered, pulling out my phone and turning on the flashlight. The light hit the wall. And my body froze. Pictures. Women. Naked. Bruised. Blood on their lips. Fear in their eyes. My stomach turned. Then I saw Anna. Her face twisted in pain. Empty. Broken. Rage exploded in my chest. And then, Amara. Her picture was different. Clean. Untouched. Like she hadn’t been used yet. Yet.