<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Venusmother3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mary Jane Casey<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Please Ask<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Geekgasm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nikki, Malina<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Slave Leia cosplay (https://i.imgur.com/Jf7yFx4.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>♫<em>"Dun dun da-da-dun, dun dun da-da-dun!" </em><br/>Was it Duel of the Fates, or William Tell Overture? Mary Jane's slave booties vanished under her hips as she came to rest on them. Nikki had given her a lasso in this stiff leash, and she laid eyes on the pink peg of her target. It was a moving target, a squirming target, but with a hoop this generous, even Mary Jane could not miss. It slipped clear over and behind Malina's knot, and tightened snug. There was experience in those hands, and she knew how tightly the flow of blood could be restricted- two degrees tighter than the body wanted it to be. The frustration, the anxiety was a part of the pleasure. Through a tightly buckled collar blood pumped and engorged fat, filled with pressure and sensitivity.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the harem," Mrs. Casey told her, and offered the trailing leash lazily to her daughter's hand.<br/><br/><em>Fsssh-zooom-splck-"MMMMmmmm-may the <strong>force</strong> be <strong>with</strong> you!" </em><br/>Dildo-saber glowed in Mary Jane's gentle hands. Neon color saturated Malina's glossy girth, and she tapped sword to sword. This was a surface like silicone, firm for penetration but with a pleasant slide against real flesh. Before the head, a cartoonishly veined curve rubbed Malina down in a tight, hot contest of wills. This was not fair- Mary Jane had so much more leverage, and hers was only an unfeeling toy. It twirled around her cock like Zorro's rapier, nuzzled the knot with a firmly shaped head that was quickly becoming sticky and wet from Malina. Tip to tip, they kissed, and drooled melting bridges between. Mary Jane drew in to taste it from the air.<br/><br/>"You can't win, Ryuko."<br/>Just behind the press of her saber, Mrs. Casey's tongue teased, wiggled wet and pink. Another inch, a surge of desire, and that lick could be Malina's, but the dildo-saber held her at bay.<br/>"Lord Vader's my snooky-wookie."<br/>Lush, barely-pink lips pressed behind her saber. On it she could taste Malina, and savored with a lick for Nikki to enjoy. Her finger pumped the button until the toy arrived at the quote she desired.<br/><em>Fsssh- </em><br/><em>Zorch- </em><br/><em>"Look at the size of-" </em><br/><em>Pyew- </em><br/><em>"Back door, huh? Good idea!" </em>