I Am Your Chastity
You don’t wear chastity. She your chastity.
She’s not sitting on a cage.
She is the cage.
And you’re already inside.
Her massive tits drip milky denial. Her thighs pin you in place. Her weight is the lock.
Every drop of her is control. Every bounce, a command.
You thought you wore chastity?
She’s wearing you.
This isn’t a release.
This is a punishment with a smile.
No escape.
No mercy.
Just her — glowing, wet, and moaning
while your cock throbs…
in a prison made of her....








