Envy was leaning back with her arms over her head holding on to the bars of the cage. Devon had her legs wrapped around his hips grinding into her. One hand was on her bottom, holding her up while the other hand was resting on her rib cage just below one of her breasts… threatening to touch but not actually doing so.
Devon smirked and pulled Envy away from the bars, catching her before she could fall backward and set her on her feet. He quickly spun her around so that her back was pressed against his chest, his hands trailing up her ribcage to cup the bottom of her breast, teasing her.
“Let’s give them a real show,” Devon whispered.
“No public s*x,” Envy exclaimed breathlessly.
“Oh no,” Devon said. “That’s for me only and in private. This however,” Envy suddenly found herself in a lowe
