Internet's Down, Time To Pound

Jill and Selena slouch on the couch, restless, tits aching. Internet's fucked and days until it comes back. No porn. No toys. Just two horny girls glaring at blank screens and getting edgier by the minute. Selena cracks first. "Fuck this," she says. Jill smirks, legs spreading already. "Old-school it is then." In seconds Selena's got her roommate's shirt yanked up, teeth sinking into a nipple hard enough to make Jill hiss. Fingers slide straight under sweatpants, find slick folds, shove inside without warning. Jill's hips buck up, grinding back, hand already inside Selena's shorts jerking tight circles over that swollen clit. They don't bother with softness—just hard fingering, muffled swearing, sloppy kisses where tongue meets teeth. Jill flips Selena onto her stomach, eats her ass while two fingers curl deep and fast until Selena's swearing loud enough to echo. Then Selena spins them again, gets on top, pins Jill's wrists, grinds their cunts together fast and filthy until both of them shake and squirt, wet fabric soaked between them. No internet. No apologies. Just raw, greedy pussy.