I should’ve just finished this apparently, since this week is quite short.
– Richard
Chelsea leaned against the cage, her own hands squeezing the bars just above
Arnold’s. She closed her eyes and moaned as he worked his tongue up and down her pussy, periodically stopping to suck against her clit. After a few minutes, she let go of the bars, slipping her fingers under her bra to twist her nipples, drawing a low groan as her knees flexed involuntarily. “Is this what you want, boy? To be locked up and eating my clit? Would you like it even better if another man’s cum was dripping out of it?”
Arnold let out a groan that sounded affirmative, but she smothered him when the vibrations brushed her clit just right, and she pressed her hips in harder. “Fuck! Just like that, right there!”
Arnold moaned again and flicked his tongue even harder. She kept playing with her breast with one hand and snapped another picture of him down there with her phone. As she did, Hannah’s message popped up.
“Just do it already. You want it, he wants it, Arnie apparently wants it. And I don’t want to deal with your drama anymore.”
Chelsea started to roll her eyes, only for them to bounce back further when Arnold slipped his tongue in deeper.
“Fine! But you’re all pampering me for a month when he fucks me over again!”
She added all the pictures to a message for Mark and typed, “Arnie says, ‘Will you be our bull-entine?’”
Her finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds, heart pounding and breath quickening. As her orgasm rushed closer and closer, she finally hit it, then dropped her phone to the floor as she clung to the cage, barely keeping herself up as she came. She screamed as loud as she could, letting out all the tension of the last few months before slowly sliding down the floor next to Arnie.
“Nice job, baby,” she said, leaning in to kiss him, tasting her juices on his lips.
“Thank you, Miss,” he said.
They nuzzled together for a few minutes before her phone chimed from the floor. She craned her neck to read the notification.
1 new message
She recognized the number: Mark’s.
J R Vincente 