JE - A mess

That’s a big mess. Juri looks amused as you recover. Breathing hard, you slide off your pants and underwear, use them to mop of some of the fluid, then throw them off the bed. Juri’s eyes linger on the view, but you don’t move to put on fresh clothes, you just pull down your top to cover your privates.

“Thanks,” you say, wiping sweaty bangs out of your face.

“What about me?” she asks.

Right. Where are your manners? You haven’t recovered yet, but your pride is on the line.

“Take it out,” you say, sitting up straight.

Juri holds your gaze and pulls it out. It’s fat and long. Her hand doesn’t even go all the way around it. Now a bit less distracted, you change your position on the bed so that you have better control of your feet. You use both of them, and you’re rough.

“Ooh,” Juri says, giving you a look. “OK, Adella.”

You slide your feet up and down, squeeze, push on it… anything you can think of. It takes a while to make it happen with brute **** alone, but Juri enjoys the ride. Eventually she starts to help out a little by moving her hips, pushing her pelvis against the bottoms of your feet. You find a good rhythm, then get the ball of your foot on the fleshy underside of her cock and push that skin up firmly.

The bunk rattles as she reaches up and grabs the frame of the upper one, grunting.

It’s a big load, and it all comes out at once. Juri’s mess is on her top instead of her pants.

“Mm,” she grunts with a little jerk. Some of her pearly semen is on your toes.

She pulls her top over her head and throws it on the floor with your cum-stained pants. Topless, she sits on her side. Bottomless, you sit on yours. You are both much more relaxed. Even if you weren’t in those fights that went on all day, it’s still stressful to be around that kind of thing.

You both needed that.

Across the aisle, Kat’s pulling on panties and trying to act like she didn’t watch all that. That gives you some ideas, but apparently not Juri. Juri’s eyes are closed, and she just looks relaxed and content. You’ve never seen someone in this prison look like that before. It’s like she doesn’t even mind being here.

You don’t mind either. That doesn’t mean that you’re happy about what you did or that you are in prison, only that you aren’t miserable the way that you were when you first arrived. Without Jeanne’s drama and craziness, you can hear yourself think for once. And you do have a lot to think about.

No way. Juri’s falling asleep. It’s almost cute.

And it feels good to have a friend.