Of course she is!

Oh fuck it, who was she kidding? There was a non-zero chance she would have helped him just for the privilege of seeing his cum, if she were to be entirely honest with herself.

Still, she wasn’t an idiot. Narrowing her eyes in what she hoped came across as wily and skeptical, she asked, “How do I know you’ll actually give it? What if you hold out on me?”

He rolled his eyes. “Fuck’s sake kid, it’s not like I’m **** to hold onto this thing.” he said, waggling the inflated condom. “Look, it’s good cum! I was backed up for a day or two, and I had a coffee earlier, so it probably fucking reeks! Bitches like you love that shit, right?”

Izzy did love that shit, and had to try not to show how she salivated at the idea of stinky cum. Still, this was a big ask…

“I… I don’t know…” she said weakly.

The man huffed, and replied, “Look, either you do it or I’ll go to that old skank in the corner or those two femboys over there. I’m doing you a favour coming to you first!”

When she still hesitated, he exasperatedly added, “What if I give you half up front? How about that?”

Izzy felt the last of her willpower crumble at such a generous offer, and she meekly nodded.

Looking relieved, the man quickly and clumsily untied the condom, then handed it to Izzy. “Alright, alright, there. Only half, okay?”

Izzy snatched the rubber with eager fingers, her pussy twitching slightly at the feel of the cum swishing inside. Swiftly, she brought it up to her lips. The aroma of nasty, rancid cum wafted out, and she had to struggle to keep down a moan. She tilted the condom up over her open mouth, and let its gooey contents slide out onto her eager tongue.

The first touch of the spunk to her tastebuds was bliss. Her pussy clenched instantly, letting out a little squirt of girlcum—not quite an orgasm, but not far off. The taste was repulsive in the best way possible—musky and masculine.

As more of the stuff oozed past her lips, she shuddered. Pleasure coursed through her as her nymphomaniac brain translated the taste of cold slimy sperm into pure sexual ecstasy. Her leaky cunt clenched and trembled, about to gush in orgasm, and—

The flow stopped.

Izzy blinked, having become lost in her own little world. The man was pinching the condom, stopping the rest of her prize from leaving it.

“There,” he hissed, “That’s half. You want the rest, you do the job!”

Izzy whimpered softly, having been brutally edged, but nodded and let go of the latex. The man tied it back off, then stuffed it back in his hoodie pocket.

“Alright,” he said. “Like I said: a distraction. You can do that, right? Just need to get the pigs to open the cell door and keep their attention on you. Got it?”

Izzy nodded nervously. The implications of what she was about to do were overwhelming… but her pussy was screaming at her, begging for even one more drop of that cum.

She got to her feet.