Bad Girls #2: Strip Search - Part 1

Isis Nile’s standing there all Latina fire and attitude, all black hair and curves that could short-circuit the cameras. A slick little smirk, like she already knows she’s winning the room. She steps closer to the guard, tells him she’s hiding something and if he wants to be thorough maybe he should take a real close look himself. That confidence flips a switch. Next thing, she’s got him facing her, hands patting up her sides while she pushes her tits out like an invitation. The shirt comes off first. Then the bra. She loves how his breathing changes when her breasts spill out, nipples already tight. She catches his hand, guides it down, eggs him on until he’s tugging her panties down those thick thighs. Soon as he’s hooked, she’s on him. Unzips his pants right there in the side corridor, fishes out that fat cock like she can’t wait another second. Drops straight to her knees, mouth wide and greedy, lips closing around the head while her tongue works the underside. Then she stands just as quick, spins to brace against the wall, arches her back and asks him if he wants the real stash. He pushes into her, hard and deep, while her fingers grip the ledge. He pounds her like someone who forgot where he is, skin slapping, spit and sweat mixing on the small of her back. Isis moans loud enough to echo, orders him deeper, twists back to kiss him over her shoulder. When he’s close she drops, takes him back in her mouth, sucks until he shoots hot and thick down her throat. She swallows every drop, smiles up at him, wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Her clothes are still scattered around them, his zipper wide open and both of them panting.