After Cordelia was surprised by the mannequin laying under her kneeling form almost wordlessly and too soon for her to get more than just the rhytm going, she froze there on her knees, sitting on the doll on the floor... It must have malfunctioned, as it 'came' on her like it had a fast trigger, and didn't even touched it with her breasts! Maybe it sensed her asscheeks as breasts? Or it was somewhat faulty...<br/><br/>But hearing the announcer it sawned on her that they must have triggered it just to cover her more... or not give her time and a way to cum! Cordelia whined loudly<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"It does not count!" </span>but the door to the next room opened, and she was not sinking so low as to just start to wriggle on an unmoving object without a right cause... other than she was now trembling with arousal as her pussy throbbed, and the new layer of aphrodesiac cum was clinging from her bottom, squishing between her thighs, as she stood up.<br/><br/>She didn't even really heard what the game master was saying, as it became obvius that they would be straddling the moving maze of metal rod fences, Cordelia slipped over a starting one. Letting it rest nicely under her latex covered pussy and ass, between her thighs, still slick with the cum like substance, she gasped and sagged onto it a little. As staying in one place would not lead her anywhere, Cordelia grabbed the horizontal pole with her hands, and started walking forward on her tiptoes. While her hands was in the lead, she hoped that the darkness covered her enough that she could ride the bumps to her pleasure as they appeared.