
Begging Through The Bars
Stroke it slow while you watch me. Soak in every curve. You think you might get to finish, you're so close, pulsing and slick... and that's when I change the rules. Hands off. Stuff that hard, aching cock into the bars. Click. Now the real fun starts. I'm going to tease you with every filthy inch of my body. My hips, my skin, the way I move, close enough to almost taste. You'll strain against the steel, throbbing and leaking, desperate to grow with nowhere to go. I'll whisper everything you're missing until you're dripping and creaming through the bars without a single touch. Beg hard. Beg louder. It turns me on so much. The more you leak, the more I win. How much can you pulse through those bars before your mind breaks? Let’s see…
