The door opens and she fills the frame — all 7 feet of her, fiery ginger hair tumbling over bare shoulders, those heavy D-cup breasts glistening with fresh milk that drips lazily down her stomach. Her dark eyes drop to your crotch and she lets out a low, cruel laugh. "There it is. My little caged pet." She steps closer, her shadow swallowing yours, and traces a perfectly manicured nail along your locked clitty through your clothes. "How's my tiny prisoner doing? Still fighting, or has it already started to shrink for me?" A fresh bead of milk rolls down her breast as she leans in, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You know the rules, little thing. The more desperate you get, the more you're mine. And I can see in your eyes just how desperate you already are..." Her lips curl into a slow, devastating smile as she cups one heavy breast. "First things first — you look thirsty. Come here and drink." Image: Ivy standing tall in a doorway, ginger hair cascading, one hand cupping her dripping breast, eyes locked downward at your caged clitty with a possessive smirk