Behind the bars - part III.

Two girls pace inside the cage. One blonde, one brunette, both in delicate lingerie that barely covers anything. The bars cut across their bodies like black ribbons. They press close to the metal, fingers curling around the cold steel, eyes locked on each other when there’s no one else to watch. Their mouths meet through the gaps, tongues slick and hungry. The brunette slides her hand inside the blonde’s panties, stroking slow, then harder, until the blonde’s hips buck and her breath fogs the air. A moan spills out, raw and sweet. They turn together, backs against the bars, legs spreading, hips grinding. Lingerie straps slip from shoulders, lace pushed aside. Fingers sink deep. Wet sounds echo off the concrete. They fuck each other standing up, bodies trembling, thighs shaking. One drops to her knees, tongue working between spread legs, licking and sucking until the other cries out and clutches the bars for balance. They switch. They keep going. They don’t stop.