The sea breeze whipped at Amrita's skirt on the sun-drenched deck, revealing flashes of her strong, toned thighs as she stood facing the waves. Bhaiya lingered behind her, his locked cock straining uselessly in its cage, a constant reminder of her control. She glanced over her shoulder with a knowing smirk. "Come here, Bhaiya. Stand behind me and hold what’s yours to admire but never claim."
He stepped forward, heart pounding, as she guided his hands over her breasts from behind. "Massage them gently," she instructed, her voice laced with wit. "Feel how they respond while your poor cock stays hard and denied. Does it ache knowing I decide everything?" His fingers kneaded softly, agony twisting through him as her nipples hardened under his palms. "Amrita, you’re driving me mad. This cage... it’s been months."
She leaned back into him, confident and unyielding. "Exactly. I’ve made my decision about us. Your chastity is permanent now. No more keys, no more hope. You’ll stay frustrated, horny, and focused entirely on my pleasure—endless orgasms from that talented tongue on my pussy while your cock drips in vain."
"Permanent?" he echoed, voice strained yet intrigued. "You’re serious? What about my needs?" Amrita laughed, sharp and playful. "Your needs? They’re secondary, darling. I want you sweating and panting, worshipping me. Imagine licking me to climax after climax while that locked cock reminds you who’s in charge. Witty enough for you?"
The conversation deepened as the wind howled, her words binding him tighter than any device. Back at home, she poured epoxy into the keyhole with deliberate precision, sealing his fate. "There. No turning back." Then she pulled him close, eyes gleaming. "Now, give me that special orgasm. Slow. Drawn out. Unhurried. Head between my thighs to seal the deal."
Bhaiya knelt as she shed her skirt, her wet pussy glistening invitingly. He licked with unhurried strokes, tongue tracing her folds while she gripped his hair, strong thighs clamping around him. She panted, dripping with arousal, guiding him deeper. "Yes, just like that—make me come, Bhaiya. Feel how wet I am for your devotion, not your cock."
Her moans built as he focused solely on her, sucking and lapping until she came hard, juices coating his face, her body arching in ecstasy. She trembled through the waves, then smiled down at him. "Good start, but this is only the beginning of what I have planned for that permanently locked frustration of yours."
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