I lick Devin’s pussy while my cock throbs in the chastity cage, soaked through the thin fabric of his old panties, which he told me to start wearing three weeks ago when he locked me up. He wears nothing but a tank top, legs spread, fingers twisting in my hair as he talks.

“Nathan was eight inches,” he says. “Thick too. I'd feel it for days after.”

I hum against him, trying to focus on the taste, the way he arches when I suck just right.

“He used to fuck me raw,” Devin continues. “No prep, I'd get wet just from looking at it. He'd come over and shove it in and fuck until I begged for his cum.” His voice drops. “I miss that.”

My chest tightens. I don’t stop licking.

“You’re sweet,” he says, softer now. “And you worship me so well. But you’re not *enough*. Not down here.” He grinds his leg into my wet, crotch, sensitive from three weeks of denial. “It’s not your fault. You’re just… small. Cute. My little girl.”

I swallow hard. The panties cling to my caged cock, damp with pre-cum.

“I want Nathan over,” he says. “To remember what it’s like to be full.”

I freeze.

“You’ll be here,” he adds calmly. “On your knees. Watching. Serving us. Sucking him before he fucks me. Maybe after, if you're good, I'll let you eat his cum from my pussy.”

I stay silent. My tongue keeps moving.

Devin pulls my head back by the hair, away from his pussy to look me in the eyes. His eyes are calm. Loving. Firm.

“You’ll say yes,” he says. “Because you love me. Because you want me happy. And because you know—this body? This pussy? It was made for big cocks. Not yours.”

He lets go.

“Keep going,” he says, lying back. “Don’t stop until I’m wet for him.”