Five Days My Slut Has Ground on My Caged Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you, straddling your lap in that black harness, her crotch right over your caged cock. She's moving so slowly, rocking back and forth, shifting her weight just enough to make you ache. Your hand is gripping the cage, holding it steady as she teases you. You can feel her heat through the fabric, her breath against your skin. She's not going to let you cum, not yet, just going to keep grinding against you like this.

Her hips are swaying, her ass moving in that harness. You're getting harder by the second, your pulse racing. She's not even touching you directly, just her clothes against yours, but it's enough. You're on edge, your breathing shallow. How long can you last like this? She's not going to stop, just keep teasing you until... until what? She's in control here, and she knows it.

You're stroking yourself through the cage, trying to get some relief, but it's not enough. You need more, need her to touch you for real. But she's not going to give in that easily. She's going to keep teasing you, keep grinding against you until... well, until you see for yourself.