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Mr. Johnson's hot breath against your ear made you shiver with anticipation. His massive hands slid down from your hips to cup your ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly through the thin fabric of the pink shorts. You could feel his towel slipping away completely, his thick, heavy cock now pressing directly against the cleft of your ass.
"I've got something special planned for you today," he whispered, his voice gruff with lust. "Something to help you understand just how special you are to me."
He spun you around suddenly, lifting you onto one of the wooden benches. The cool surface against the backs of your thighs made you gasp. Mr. Johnson knelt between your legs, pushing them apart with his broad shoulders. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours as he slowly pulled down your shorts, revealing your caged cock.
"Look at you," he growled appreciatively.
"Such a good little sissy," Mr. Johnson murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of your chastity cage. "All locked up tight and desperate for me."
Your breath hitched as he leaned forward, his hot tongue flicking against the sensitive skin around your cage. The sensation was maddeningโpleasure without release, a sweet torture that made your thighs quiver. His large hands slid underneath your ass, lifting you slightly as his tongue moved lower, circling your tight hole.
"Please," you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for.
"Please what?" he asked, his breath hot against your most intimate parts. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"I want you inside me," you confessed, your face burning with shame and desire.