Caged Lust

No bars keep Jo and Cindy from tasting each other. In the cold cellar, brick walls holding them in, the girls let their lingerie slip off their bodies. They kneel. Tongues slide against slick folds. Fingers push deep and curl until wet sounds echo off the stone. Sweat replaces the chill on bare skin. Jo spreads Cindy wider and sucks her swollen clit. Cindy grips Jo’s thighs and buries her face between them, tongue working fast. They trade places without a word, changing the angle, the pressure, the rhythm. Thighs shake. Mouths keep moving. One orgasm builds into the next until both cunts throb and ache, sore from coming again and again.