Caged Urges

Olivia bolted next door like hell was on her heels. Corey answered, guided her in, helped her breathe. Then the door to the basement opened and there was Morgan on all fours, bare-ass naked inside a big steel cage. Surprise fuck-all. The couple laid it out: weekend cage time. Gave them both a release. Rules, power swap, whatever they called it. Olivia's eyes flicked between them. Morgan's bare tits pressed the bars; Corey's mouth curled in a filthy grin. Curiosity chewed at the girl. Morgan slid closer, licked her lips. "Get in here with me." Olivia stalled, muttered no, but her pulse screamed yes. A minute later she had her fingers wrapped around the bars, staring while Morgan worked Corey’s cock through the openings, tongue sloppy, spit dripping. Something inside Olivia cracked open. She kicked her jeans off, reached between the bars, grabbed a handful herself, and said, "Uncage me too." And they did.