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Suddenly, you felt the cool fabric of the towel brush against your nacked skin she draped it over your right leg. The sensation sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. You can feel her very close, as she hovers over you. You feel the warmth of her body pressing down gently. Her legs brushed against yours on either side, sending another wave of heat through you. The weight on your lap intensified as she scooted forward, sending a delightful mix of warmth and anticipation through you. A slight hitch in her breath caught your attention. The tention in the air intensified as she began a slow, rocking motion. Her warmth pressed down gently with each forward tilt, sending delicious shivers down your spine. You could feel the soft graze of her knee against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, the closeness a delicious torment. With each forward rock, a subtle pressure built against your cage, a playful reminder of the situation.

Abruptly, the rocking stopped. A mischievous glint entered her voice as she spoke. "On second thought, my back might need some more drying too."

Before you could respond, she stood up smoothly, the weight lifting from your lap. You heard the soft rustle of the towel as she draped it across your chest, the cool fabric momentarily replacing the warmth of her body. Then, a delightful surprise. She positioned herself over your lap, forcefully pushing your legs togehter.

The new closeness was electrifying. You could smell the faint scent of her shampoo, feel the heat radiating from her skin. Then, the rocking began again, this time with a different dynamic. With each gentle rise and fall, your legs brushed against each other, sending a current of heat through your core. The most electrifying part, though, was the way she subtly shifted – you could feel the soft graze of her knee against the sensitive skin near your cage, a playful taunt that both frustrated and aroused you.

The rocking motion continued, a slow and deliberate dance that sent shivers erupting across your skin. Each brush of her leg ignited a spark, a delicious current that arced through your core and concentrated near the barrier that held you captive. Her moans, barely audible whispers at first, began to rise in intensity with each sway. A sweet melody that both teased and tormented, they painted a picture of her growing pleasure, a stark contrast to the frustration building within you.

You ached to reach out, to bridge the gap between you and mirror the dance of her body. But your arms remained pinned, a constant reminder of the limitations placed upon you. The frustration tightened like a vise around your chest, mirroring the growing pressure near your core.

As if sensing your mounting tension, her touch became bolder. A hand, cool and surprisingly light, trailed down your leg, sending a rush of electricity wherever it grazed. Her touch now centered at the sensitive area around your chastised manhood, tracing a slow, agonizing circle around your cage. The graze, so tantalizingly close to the source of your frustration, the unspoken promise both electrifying and agonizing. A playful exploration that sent shivers cascading down your spine. Her fingers brushed against your two sensitive peaks, cupping them gently. The tides of the slight pressure followed the overall rhythm.

With each deliberate movement, she seemed to dance closer to the edge, the moans escaping her lips now a sweet, urgent plea.

With a gasp, her body stiffened, a tremor running through her. One hand reached for your thigh, digging her fingernails in out of pure desire. The other, swift and sure, reached for your cage, using it as a further stimulant. Througn the mixture of tugging and torturing you with your captivity and the rubbing feeling of metal against her perl, moan so raw and full of primal energy, escaped her lips. The delicious **** of her touch, the impossible closeness, frustrating tightness in your cage, unbearable pressure soaring into a **** evergrowing yearning for release. A yearning only mirrored by the deepening moans slipping from her lips.

A surge of possessiveness washed over you. You were close, so close. The memory of another touch flickered at the edges of your mind, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the woman currently straddling you. This time, the pleasure was yours to witness firsthand.

Her touch, bolder and more deliberate, sent shivers erupting across your skin. With each labored breath of hers, he agonizing pressure against your core intensified, nurturing your frustration. You felt a surge of heat erupt at your core, a pressure that threatened to burst its confines. This time being so close, ecstatic joy coupled with the vice-like grip of her touch on your manhood, intensified the agony with each breath of hers. A choked moan escaped your lips, a primal sound that spoke of both release and frustration. But just as you teetered on the edge of the precipice, a wave of pleasure ripped through her, sending her body into a series of involuntary shudders. A gasp tore from her lips, a high-pitched sound that vibrated through your core like a sweetest melody. You could taste the salty tang of her sweat clinging to her flushed skin as you leaned in, unable to resist the urge to be closer. Your lips trailed down her neck, peppering soft kisses against the warm, sensitive skin. With each kiss, a fresh wave of pleasure seemed to ripple through her, a tremor that resonated deep within you. You could sense her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the pounding of your own heart. As you feel the heat radiating from her body, a tangible wave of her euphoria washing over you. Her whimpers grew into soft moans, each one a sweet surrender that fueled your own yearning. The frustration remained, a simmering undercurrent, but it was overshadowed by the sheer intensity of her pleasure.

As the intensity subsided, she collapsed onto your lap, her breathing heavy and her body slack with contentment. Her breathing slowed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. A content smile played on her face, the picture of post-coital bliss. In that moment, she was lost in a world of exquisite sensation, the tension draining away, replaced by a blissful oblivion. Her moans, a sweet melody in your ears, echoed the bittersweet frustration that coiled tightly within you. The closeness, the intensity of her pleasure, only amplified your own yearning for release.

As she started to pull away, you felt a single tear of pre-come escape your core. A surprised laugh bubbled up from her chest.

"I heard this is even better than lip gloss," she teased, catching the droplet with a swift movement of her finger.

She leaned in close, the playful glint returning to her eyes. "A small kiss as a consolation prize?" she mocked, her lips brushing against yours in a fleeting touch that left you feeling both tantalized and utterly defeated. The taste of salt on her lips mimicked the salty yearning within you as she pulled away, leaving you alone with the fading warmth of her touch and the lingering ache of desire.