The reddish-pink neon glow pulsed through the room, casting a feverish haze over the bare concrete walls and the trembling steel cage that stood as the final divide.
"Ahh, yeah, just like this…" Lyra moaned, her voice breathy and desperate, her face flushed red under the neon light. Her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks, and her green eyes rolled back with every thrust, her body trembling as she clung to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Ahh, Lyra… you're the best woman," I groaned, my voice rough with pleasure, a smirk curling my lips as I drove into her, my cock sliding deep into her slick, pulsing pussy. The cage rattled louder with every motion, her back hitting the bars with a sharp *clang clang*.
Lyra laughed, a breathless, teasing sound, her eyes fluttering as she looked at me, her body shuddering with sensation. "Do you feel it way better than you did with that bitch Afa?" she asked, her voice playful but sharp, aimed like a dart across the cage.
