Amanda Masturbates While Watching Cell 3

Amanda glared at the screen for cell 3. She didn't know why, but she felt an almost uncontrollable urge towards this girl.

Something best described as feeling like something got away once, but not again.

Amanda threw herself forward onto the desk standing erect wishing she had something more than a water bottle to fill her pussies wanton hunger.

The punk girl ran her hand through her hair, shifting her torn shirt slightly she fidgetted with the water bottle.

Laura was feeling stir crazy. Even more so than when she was picked up and thrown in here.

There were demons out there! These cops meanwhile were more busy in finding menial crimes when a true threat was lurking.

She rubbed her neck, she felt warm all over.

Her bra was feeling uncomfortable. She fumbled with it, gasping with surprise at the sudden sensitivity they seemed to bear. As she tried to resume her pacing she began to feel increased sensitivity crawling across her whole body. It felt as if there was over a dozen hands crawling across her body.

Laura gasped as her breasts felt as if they were being groped, her clit and pussy throbbed with repeated phantom thrusts, her lips felt like they were being nibbled on.

She collapsed to her knees staring pleadingly at the camera for help.

Amanda stared intently at the punk girl, eager to see if she would do something, anything! Glancing at Cells 1 and 2 she could see tension growing between some of the inmates.

Staring back at cell 3 she muttered quietly egging the woman on, eager for her to give in and do something.

The seeds of corruption in Amanda began to grow, feeding off the exponentially growing pool of lust and desire echoing empathetically between the cellmates and their keeper. The reservoir rippling off of each of them and back, like the waves of a sea between islands.

Amanda masturbated vigorously in response to her stray lurid thoughts seeming to manifest and grow in cell 2. She was willing something to happen, she could imagine the girls ink changing patterns, reshaping and turning against her. Her skin literally going a flame with pleasure.