No Touching

Draven and I locked mouths. Our tongues moved slow at first, then quicker. We pinched Small Hands' nipples through his shirt, ran our hands over his cock but never let him out. Then we locked him inside the cage and turned the key. We stood in front of him, close enough he could smell us, far enough he couldn't reach. Our tits came out—warm, heavy, nipples already hard. I sucked one of Draven's while she rolled the other between her fingers, then we switched. We stripped the rest and lay on the bed where he had a perfect view. I spread my legs. Draven buried her face between them and licked long, slow stripes from my ass to my clit. I gripped her hair and pulled her in tighter, grinding against her tongue. Every time Small Hands shifted or his cock twitched inside his jeans, we stopped. Pointed at him. Made him watch. No touching. No mercy.