![]() I bent forward and covered my fingers in his sticky juice, cutting off a strand dangling from his cage, his hot skin fighting the cold metal bars. I guess the fact that he hadn't cum in three weeks was a helping factor, too. He blushed (oh how I love when he does that!) and explained how giving me pleasure caused his caged cock to cry rivers of precum. "What is that?" I asked, pointing at the wet puddle on the floor between his legs. His arched back, the outline of his firm buttocks, a thin layer of sweat making his skin glisten in the warm flickering light cast by the fireplace. I sat up, caressing his face, taking in the beauty of his naked body kneeling between my legs on the hardwood floor. As he looked up at me, I could see the juices of my squirt dripping off his chin while he eagerly licked the remnants off his fingers. I smiled, happy and content and slightly pulled him away by his hair. ![]() My hand was still resting on his head, my fingers in his hair, and despite having just licked me to the fifth orgasm in a row he was still lapping and sucking at my pussy like he was starving. His little moans, muffled between my thighs, got me slowly back to reality.
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