Behind the bars - part II.

We’re caged. Two of them. The blonde is already sprawled on her back, knees high, two fingers deep in her cunt. Her hips lift with every stroke, her big ass flexing against the concrete. The brunette watches, then follows. She drops forward onto her hands, curves her spine, and pushes three fingers into herself from behind. The blonde’s moans echo off the bars. The brunette matches her rhythm, knuckles slapping her own wetness. Sweat beads on their thighs. They work themselves harder, faster, mouths open, eyes half-shut, daring anyone close enough to watch them come.