Naked, I enter. You're bound, caged, waiting.
“Breeding time ”
I free you, slick your throbbing length and full balls with your own saved essence — the room fills with that thick, masculine scent. Perfect glide.
I climb on, take you deep. Slow, controlled strokes. You're so sensitive — you spill inside me again and again. I milk every last drop until I'm completely full and you're drained.
I rise, letting our warmth drip onto you. Legs up, I seal it all inside, then cage you with a soft kiss.
“Goodboy. round two tonight. Balls better be heavy again.”
Later I return.
You're swollen, ready.
“Good boy.”
I guide you back in, grind deep and slow until you flood me even more. When you're empty, I seal up, cage you gently, and whisper:
“Tomorrow. More to claim.”
I leave you aching for the next load.