Oyster Gulch

EXCERPT: Heather shivered and it wasn't from being cold. She could feel her nipples stiffening and pushing against the revealing confines of her bra. The heat between her legs made it impossible to deny her arousal. 'How is this going to work ... with the bars in the way' the semi naked woman wondered. 'Maybe she'll open the cell!' "Get on your knees" the sherrif’s clerk commanded reveling in the unaccustomed role of giving orders. When the underwear clad prisoner complied the meaty brunette pulled her flexible skirt up to her waist revealing the neatly trimmed bush decorating her plump mons. "Eat me" the woman on the outside of the bars said breathlessly. Heather had no idea what she was supposed to do but she was extremely excited by the prospect. The fragrance of arousal wasn't new to her but the demanding young woman's scent was distinctly different than her own. Mary Ellen pressed her hips against the bars to get her pussy in range of the imprisoned woman's willing tongue.