She released my ball and giggled. Her plump lips moved to the tip and my whole cock entered a completely new dimension. She took him in, one bit at th... time, until I could feel hitting the back of her throat. The sound emerging from the depths inside her body were almost too much stimulation. Slowly she moved her head back and kept sucking on my dick. She was eager to make me cum and god knows, she had done a perfect job. Since I fantasized often about it, the real deal was always better. She. You're a misfit, a freak of nature and you don't deserve to live.' 'Not my biggest fan, are you?' 'You're stupid too. You're a goof and a moron. An idiot.' 'You're pretty good with the names but right now this is a one time deal. So the needles or scalpel?' 'You horrible creep. You shit. You piece of crap. Go.. Go fuck yourself.' 'But I'd much rather fuck you. Be fucking you. How does in the ass sound? Or across your tits, huh? Maybe I should hang you by your. ..” I started, being led around the bench seat I was sitting on.“Get your dishes and put them up.” she instructed, pushing me towards the table while letting go of my hair.“This is guard brutality!” I protested, but got my plate and cup anyway.I took it over to the counter and asked the one guard left in the place, “Did you see that shit?”“Shut the fuck up.” she replied, looking up from her phone, “You brought that on yourself.” adding a grin, “Besides, you liked it; I could tell.” and walked. She greedily wanted more. So much more.Seizing the moment, she pushed Flynn back and slipped off the washing machine. After taking a few seconds to sample his cock with her mouth again --the taste of salty spunk already dripping from the head-- she spun around and leaned over the rumbling machine, presenting her blushing ass to him once more with a tempting wiggle.“Oh, God, Molly,” she heard him gasp with unmasked admiration. She glanced over her shoulder, giving him a wanton grin just as his.