Nikki strode into the prison visitation center with her head high, her leather jacket hugging her curves and her boots clicking sharply on the linoleum. She was here to see her boyfriend, but the guard at the desk—a tall, sharp-eyed woman named Lena with a wicked smirk—stopped her cold. "Visitation protocol, sweetheart. Full strip search today. New rules." Nikki raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Really? You think I'm smuggling something in these jeans? Cute." Lena leaned in, voice low and teasing. "Humor me. Or no visit." The tension crackled as Lena led her to a private room, the door clicking shut. "Strip. Slowly. And smile for the camera—it's recording." Nikki peeled off her jacket, then her top, revealing a lacy bra. "Enjoying the show? Most guys pay for this." Lena chuckled, circling her. "I'm not most guys. Pants next. Let's see if that attitude matches the goods." Nikki unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down, standing in matching panties. Her skin prickled under the fluorescent lights and the red recording light. "Happy now? Or do you want a dance?" Lena's eyes darkened with heat. "Turn around. Bend. I need to check everything." The search turned intimate—Lena's gloved hands tracing Nikki's sides, whispering, "You're wet already. Horny for this humiliation?" Nikki shot back, "Only if you admit you're dripping too." Clothes gone, Nikki faced Lena, both women breathing hard. Lena shed her uniform shirt, revealing toned skin. "On the table. Let's make this mutual." Nikki pulled Lena close, their mouths crashing in a fierce kiss. Hands roamed—Nikki's fingers finding Lena's wet pussy, stroking until she gasped. "Your turn to pant," Nikki teased. Lena dropped to her knees for a blowjob, tongue working Nikki's clit as Nikki gripped the table, moaning. They switched, Nikki riding Lena's face while fingering her hard. Sweat slicked their bodies. Lena bent Nikki over, sliding fingers deep into her dripping pussy, then her ass, building rhythm. "Fuck, you're tight and horny," Lena panted. Nikki came first, shuddering, then flipped Lena, grinding against her until both climaxed, cum mixing on heated skin. They collapsed, panting. "Visit's delayed," Lena whispered. "But round two's coming." The recording light blinked on, promising more.
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