The reddish-pink air thick with tension and heat, the neon glow spilling through the cracked blinds, casting jagged shadows across the caged floor.
I stood straight in the center of cage, my hands tangled in Lyra's blonde hair as she knelt before me, her lips working magic on my dick.
"Ahh… baby, so good…" I moaned, my voice low and rough, my fingers tightening in her hair as waves of pleasure rolled through me. "You're doing great, Lyra."
She pulled back just enough to flash me a sultry smile, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Umph… ahh… yeah, anything for you," she purred, winking before diving back in, her mouth warm and slick as she bobbed her head on my rock hard cock.
The sensation was electric, like a current sparking through every nerve, making my knees weak. Her tongue swirled around my shaft, and the wet heat of her mouth sent a jolt of energy surging through me, my breath hitching with every move she made.
