'From Rico's... that pawn shop in the alley. Cash deal, no questions.' His words came out in grunts, timed with our rhythm.

The cell was getting hotter, the air thick with the smell of our sweat and sex. I could hear the squelching sounds of my wet pussy taking his cock over and over. My inner walls fluttered around him, squeezing tighter as I built toward my peak. 

'Everything, Blade. The whole plan,' I said, throwing my head back, my long hair whipping across my back. 

He was breathing heavy, his face red and sweaty. 'We... we scouted it for weeks. Cased the bank every day. I drove the car,...