She Continues Watching Cell 2

Amanda watched the screen intently, her pussy overwhelming in different sensations.

She watched cell 2 with engrossment, each confident high heeled stride of the girl in the tube top echoing Amanda's beating chest.

Victoria didn’t know why, but her pussy throbbed for attention, it felt almost like the pleasurable build up to a climax from masturbating, but all Victoria had done, or could do was sit there legs spread. As she watched the girl in white strut over.

Olivia felt her desires grow as she strutted up to the new arrival in the cell with a sexiness she didn’t know could exist. Her hips swayed smoothly, her pants clung tightly with each motion, her breasts quivered under their tight confines communicating not just their soften, but volume clearly.

Looking down at the entranced girl before her Olivia smoothly lifted one foot, resting the bottom of her stilleto on the bench between the girls legs.

Olivia frowned, pity the girl was wearing jeans, and not something more revealing.

Victoria bit her lip, she leaned back against the wall, arms spread to either side resisting the desires to embrace the leg before her. She shifted on the bench uncomfortable with her clit and pussy crying for attention. **** for touch.

Victoria gazed with her wide brown eyes at the stylish heel, the weave of straps that enwrapped it around a beautifully tended bare foot. Her eyes dragged up to where the pants clung tight to the ankle, stretched tight around toned calves, and met a hand waiting for her gaze at the knee.

Olivia’s hand smoothly slid across the inside of her thigh, dragging Victoria's attention with it. As it reached her crotch it dove down between her legs, rising back up to her navel as her middle finger plowed her camel toe into existence .

Victoria's mouth hung open as she gasped, swearing she had felt that same sensation resonate loudly over the phantom pleasures stirring in her pants.

She gazed up at Olivia, into penetrating hazel eyes, they seemed to be commanding the situation as Olivia slid her hand down her pants sighing in relief at finally touching herself.

Victoria gasped, arching her back as her crotch slid forward, the pointed tip of the stilleto's sole pressing through her jeans spurring both relief and desire for more.

Gazing up sheepishly towards the woman whose toes were practically on her clit Victoria was rewarded by the site of Olivia’s second hand sliding half her top down, freeing her cleavage into her palm her nipple soon rolled between a finger and thumb.

Olivia’s confident pleasure rippled with the masturbating hookers in cell one. Amanda collapsed to her knees as the pleasure whirlpooled around her, rippling out amongst the girls filling the pool of sexual energy pushing them forward. Further into depravity.

Amanda rested her chin on the desk, gasping as her gaze remained locked on the monitor. She couldn’t see what was happening between the two girls, the one in white blocking the view of the one against the wall.

Amanda could feel the pool of energy, how it seemed to answer her growing desires. The corruption within her feeding and growing as it helped guide her awareness and control of the energies.

The pool though wasn’t growing as fast as it could, the Idol whispered of the girls left out. How arousing it'd be to see the drunk girl awoken into their symbiotic pleasure pool. Or the hooker as yet untouched by them.

Amanda gazed intently, wishing, watching for more.