“Mmmm… That was wonderful Greg.” Sophie whispers, stretching languidly as we lay, naked and entwined, her orgasmic afterglow giving her a soft and satisfied look. I notice every detail of her, craving the slight stretch marks on the sides of her fleshy breasts, my cock still struggling to quench my body’s agonizing need. “You know, I love oral Greg. Your mouth on my pussy was so beautiful, so delicate and intimate. Sometimes when I cum from oral and it feels amazing, but not as satisfying as cuming from penetration - do you know what I mean?”

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I gaze into her eyes as she runs her hand down my sweat covered chest, coming to rest on my tender belly. I nod helplessly, not able to think at all.

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“Did you know the Honey website says its possible to fuck while wearing the cage?” She smiles coyly, her hand reaching down to cup my swollen balls, making me squirm eagerly. “I saw review from a woman who said the feeling of the hard plastic ribs and the extra girth was really great. Would you try that with me Greg? I want to feel you inside me.”

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I try to focus, my mind screaming that this is only going to result in more pain and frustration, but my infatuation is firmly in charge. I find myself reaching over her, kissing her softly as I roll on top of her slick naked form. She moans softly as my chest presses down on hers, reaching between my legs as she spreads hers either side, closing her eyes and breathing deeply as she takes my confined cock, placing its hard plastic keeper against her slick entrance. I pant with useless expectation, my body awash with animal need. My hips push, gently at first, feeling her wet lips yield to their rigid intruder. Her head rolls back, her body arching as she takes me inside her, crying out in pleasure as I push into her until my pubic bone presses hard against hers.

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I hear myself cry out in frustration, my body shocked that the sensation of thrusting into her wet pussy does not deliver the primal delight it is expecting, but only with the elusive and unsatisfying stimulation my cage allows through its bars, and the pain of my arousal pressing against the cruel device. I am motionless for a moment, panting with need, jealous of pleasure that animates her writhing body as she delicates guides me like an obedient pet.

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I draw back, beginning to thrust rhythmically, obedient to her light touch on my aching balls. Each push is a freshly agonizing disappointment to my brutish needs, my body unable to understand why the ancient instinctual motions of copulation are not delivering the satisfaction and ecstasy that millennia of evolution have promised. I grunt in primal rage as I hear her cry out in pleasure, guiding me so that the firm plastic of the device delivers the pressure, then the release that she craves.

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The tension in her muscles betraying her building orgasm as her grasp on my genitals tightens, the muted friction of her pussy on my caged cock an agonizing defeat. “Oh yes!” She screams, bucking wildly underneath me, her face tightened into a grimace of ecstasy as she pushes my confined manhood against her throbbing clit. “Oh God Yes!” She screams again, collapsing as the tone leaves her muscles, laughing with relief of her climax.

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The smell of her sweaty exertion fills my nose, a heady animal smell that I feel in my belly as I lick and kiss her face, my body unable to stop grinding against her even though my caged cock cannot give me the stimulation I crave. She kisses me back, our mouths sloppy soft against each other. “Oh that was good Greg.” She giggles. “I’ve never had anything as hard and wide inside me before. It was so good. So intense. How was it for you?” She licks her lips, smiling knowingly at me.

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“Ah. It was intense.” I manage. “It feels so good to touch you - to feel your body against mine - to be inside you. But…”

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“But what, Greg?” She teases coyly, delicately stroking my balls, making me yelp helplessly at her touch.

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“It’s - it’s so frustrating. I so want to cum. I need it - I need you.” I kiss her again, instinctively compelled to grind my useless crotch against her slick body.

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“Mmmm. I bet you do.” She whispers. “I bet you do. Would you like to feel what it’s like to be inside me without that cage Greg?” I shudder, knowing that I cannot refuse her, but afraid that she is only going to torture me further.