And I’ve got the key. Gay sex Every girl who walked by in the gym, her leggings hugging her curves or her top teasing bare skin, was pure torment. “Perfect. And I’ve got the key. “I bet you’ll be begging me to let you out in a couple of days,” he said, his voice low and laced with an unspoken promise.Jerome pulled up his pants, his usual smirk sliding back into place. Every time he grabbed his bulge in a moment of arousal, forgetting his prison, the metal snapped him back to reality like a plunge into icy water. “Not so fast, buddy. His cock, used to ruling the show, strained desperately against the cage, begging for release. The sight of the key, so close yet so far, was the final straw. He couldn’t touch himself, couldn’t cum, couldn’t unleash the energy that made his legs shake and his temples throb.He needed to jerk off, craved it. He knew Jerome wouldn’t resist the chance to drink, especially now, when he was grasping for any distraction from his pent-up frustration. Prove it. I’ll buy it, I’ll hold the keys. “Or is it driving you nuts? Thought it might help you… unwind,” he said, his voice low and dripping with fake innocence.
