Emily purred in delight as the shrunken 15 year old between her thighs got to work. Spreading the girl like a pair of curtains, she pumped an arm into the teen’s sex, alternating with the other every few seconds.
“That’s the spot...!” Emily gasped, as Jess’ fingers worked her from within. Silently the older teen served her mistress, knowing that any wrongdoing could see her punished.
“Tell me how much you love me, Jess.” Emily challenged.
“More than anything, Miss MacKinnon,” Jess responded immediately. “Do you want me to eat you out today, Miss?”
“...no, that’ll be all for now I think,” Emily mewled, stroking the older teen along her back. “For being such a good girl, you can stay in there and play with me through my shift.”
“But I-“ Jess stammered.
“Oh? Did someone want to go back to their cell?” Emily’s voice was silky. Dangerous.
“N-no!”
“Then maybe enjoy your gift, little one. Gimme something to smile about now and again, hmm?”
Jess hung her head. “...yes, Miss MacKinnon.”
“Atta girl,” Emily smirked, pulling her pants back up. Getting off of the couch and stretching, she could feel the teen pinned against her pussy.
“Be an extra good girl and I might give you a friend to play with tonight,” she pat her crotch, feeling another tingle as the teen pressed against it twitched. Her legs buckled slightly as the unmistakeable feeling of a hand running the length of her pussy melted through her.
Emily smirked. Jess Hanson was a good girl. It would be a shame if she got parole next week...
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