He spits directly on his cock this time.

He rubs it around with one hand and spreads Emma's ass and thigh apart. Then that monster towering over me slams home and I feel the cage rattle. Emma can't stay entirely silent, but her small whimpers and grunts didn't seem to register with the collar. He gives her a few more long deep strokes before breaking the seal. The spit got him started, but Em's thighs are glistening with something other than saliva.

More guy's are taking pictures and videos now. One of them notices my fingers slip between my things before I even do.

"I didn't say you could stop!" One of the guys who had thrown poker ships at me bangs on the cage from behind his phone when I realize what I'm doing. The dogs start snapping and howling again. People crack up all around and shout insults reminding me of how much of a slut I am, both of us. Ace shoves the guy with the phone away.

He pauses, running his hand up the side of Emma's head, lacing his fingers through her hair. He presses her cheek flat against the cage and leans over her to glare at me. He thrusts balls deep and squishes her face farther into the metal.