Chastity Boy - Spencer Scott

Spencer’s neighbor boy fell so hard he’ll crawl if she asks. She locks his little cock in a steel cage and keeps the only key on an app. The phone sits on another guy’s desk at his office. Cruel bitch move. Now she uses him. He gets on his knees, tongue out, licking the dirt from her heels and the sweat between her ass cheeks. She drops her full weight on his face, grinding that big, soft ass until he can barely breathe, then lifts just enough to let him gasp before she slams back down. Her feet find his mouth next, toes stuffed past his lips, soles pressed to his tongue. He gags and keeps licking. She laughs. Every time he begs for the cage to come off, she adds another chore—now he’s her driver, waiting in the car while she runs errands, hard and denied. She humiliates him because she can, and because watching him ache for her makes her wet.