"Then eat me before this chair does."

The answer made the brown-haired lesbian gasp silently before dashing forward to unite with Jen in a kiss of a long-boiling passion that was not to be rejected, while her knee stood on a rubber bump between the stuck girl's sinking thighs.

It mostly felt weird for Jen, especially when another tongue tried to invade her mouth. She decided she was going to continue playing along, even though she did not feel anything for this complete stranger. Unless...

"I'm Jen. I'm glad we met." — she said it in a surprisingly sober way. It must have been her trademark thing.

"Shirley. Gonna make you shut up and love me back." — not satisfied with the level of closeness, Shirley climbed on the chair and sat on Jen's legs, while her own moved to the sides, showing some flexibility. The next thing she did was undoing the neck strap in one forceful move and ripping Jen's head out of its deep sweaty rubber pocket with another.

Shirley looked at Jen's pussy and grabbed the dildo's base, making Jen squeal.

"Disappointing. I'd love my whole hand inside you instead. I was foolish enough to limit my access to myself as well." — she showed that her own vagina was well hidden behind two rows of sharp spikes incorporated in the harness she was wearing. It was not completely blocked, but a finger would not fit in between safely.

Now that she was in a better position than before, Shirley started kissing Jen again. The vile contraption at her chest that passed as her bra was touching the sitting girl's bare breasts with its spikes. She realized that eventually and looked at them, and then at Jen again.

"I thought I could put my womanhood aside and get out of here undistracted, but it drove me insane by its absence. I put on these gloves just to cover the scratches I got while trying to break through this chastity harness.

You're not really getting turned on, are you? Guess I'll try harder."

Jen did not have the courage to tell her the truth, so she allowed Shirley to hug her upper body with her legs by leading them under her armpits, between her back and the back of the chair. The squeaky gloves were not busy keeping her balance anymore, so the nipple massage kicked in, finally making this pleasure mutual.

"You know what? I'll give you my anklet. I wonder if it fits on you as a collar." — Shirley pulled her leg from behind Jen, but it stayed there. — "One second, babe."

There was clearly something not letting her out of there. She gently **** silent Jen to bend over and discovered that a pair of rings on her sandals had joined together! This would not have happened normally, for they were at the outer sides, but she made a mistake of criss-crossing her legs, and the realization struck her.

"I don't have the key for them." — Shirley breathed out pitifully. The arrogant demeanor of a hunter playing with its prey vanished in an instant, because both of them were prey now. She tried to rip Jen's arms from the armrests, but it was impossible. Jen was visibly giggling at the sight of that.

"What's funny? I'm not done with you!"

They were bound to be together for eternity, so they just continued what they were doing as there was nothing better to do. First, Jen's legs disappeared under the rubber, then Shirley's traitorous sandals did. Sorrowfully, the girl on top watched the shiny coating close over Jen's face, only leaving a breathing hole behind. Listening to these breaths, Shirley purposefully pressed her face into the armchair to meet her quicker on the inner side.

ENDING #27