"Kiss."

The music stops.
The Goth Girl looks at the Faux Genius.
She looks at her back.

The Goth springs at the unsuspecting faker with the ferocity of a hungry tiger.
"UUAAAH!!!"
Down they go. A stiff thud.
Fixed to the floor under the Goth girl, the Faux Genius is trapped between her sturdy lush legs. No arms free to push her away.

"Now, hold on a moment-- Mmmphhphhhmm!"
Her protests are cut short by the Goth's lips joining with hers in a fierce kiss.
Her arms wrap around her torso.
Her legs wrap around her waist.
They roll on the floor together, the Goth's moans of pleasure joining with the Faux Genius's moans of protest in a lewd orchestra. The Faux Genius reels her head back in an attempt to escape, but it's no use. The Goth's lips stick to hers as if trying to suck out her soul.

The curvy Goth's back arches with a delightful shudder. Eager hands explore the Faux Genius's tightly wrapped curves. Her plush breasts rest heavily against the Faux Genius's torso, rubbing against the straitjacket as if trying to erase the canvas. All while her hips grind against hers.
The Faux Genius kicks the air, but alas there is no respite from the relentless onslaught of the Goth Girl's lust. No matter how much her legs flail haplessly.

The kiss breaks with a loud mwah. The Goth rises to a kneeling position, looking down at the object of her desires with a content smile. By now, the Faux Genius is reduced to a limp husk beneath her.
Both of them pant fast and heavy. The Goth's massive mammaries heave with each breath.

"That was-- Amazing." The Goth sighs, "Feel free to join me again any time for a jam."
"Yeah--" The Faux Genius scrambles back to her feet, "Yeah-- Sounds good. Let's do it again."
The Faux Genius turns and walks away. After that lecherous **** she can at least be happy to walk away fairly intact.
A bubble of gum grows from between her lips, which soon pops, and she walks to her next endeavour.