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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