The tail end of an hour-long tease session. Boy said he wanted it.

Seen this before. Clit pouring out the front of that chastity cage, lost in the lubricated motion of my bare feet and footless tights. Literally all he can do is breath. I say something and he can't form words back, even his moans waver, he can't be a person. I've no interest in stopping. A boy is nothing more than a lukewarm tub of margarine. This is the sweet spot of the session.