Anastasia and Jewell in the dungeon

Anastasia and Jewell slip into the dungeon like they always do, chasing the quiet no one else can hear. Today the door stays open. Anastasia pins Jewell against the cold stone, yanks her thin shirt over her head, and bites the hard peak of her nipple until Jewell gasps. Jewell answers by shoving two fingers straight into Anastasia's wet cunt, thumb circling her clit, knuckles dragging the walls that clench and suck. Anastasia drops to her knees, spreads Jewell's thighs wider, and drags the flat of her tongue up the full length of her slit before sucking the swollen clit into her mouth. She eats her slow and dirty, fingers buried to the knuckles, twisting as she licks. Jewell’s head hits stone; she yanks Anastasia’s hair tighter and grinds against that unrelenting mouth. They trade places—Jewell on her knees now, sucking two wet fingers clean before pushing them into Anastasia’s ass and licking deep inside her cunt in the same beat. The slick sounds of tongue and fingers fill the air. Sweat glistens on both bodies. When Anastasia starts to come, Jewell curls her fingers harder and refuses to stop until her hand is dripping. Anastasia groans, low and guttural, and their screams bounce louder against the walls as they fuck each other raw, unforgiving, again and again in the narrow dark.