<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Venusmother3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mary Jane Casey<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Venus Comic Con<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/>Mary Jane identified with the Death Star. She, too, had a tiny vulnerable aperture which would betray her. She had a strong, broad seat which could take a paddle with stubborn tenacity, and which could sooner snap off the handle than beg for mercy. This was a booze butt, the product of fattening bar nutrition tempered by the long hours sashaying behind the counter and finding restless perch on pleather stools. All that wiggling and shaking, powered by the worst kind of calories, blessed her with an unshakable center of gravity which didn't jiggle so much as stagger back into firm shape. There was weight a smacking hand seldom came ready to handle. But when Nikki's gloved fingers entered her, the girl was driving.<br/><br/>At first she rose off her seated heels and twisted back, searching for which way Nikki wanted to lead her. Right away her silicone guard came down, and she was unprotected, languorous, wanting kisses on her bare throat. A sweet song left her at the very tips of her breath,<em>aa, ah=h, ha</em>and she readied a film quote she'd kept chambered and hopeful- something about exhaust ports, yeah, and chain reactions. That was when the bar gag pushed into her mouth.<br/>"Mmf?"<br/><br/>Even struggling against her small hole, fingers could twist around, and the force worked through them with just a gesture, just a point of the fingertips and a curling press directed Mary Jane down, down with her pleasure and perilous sensitivity. She doubled over until the bar gag made a<em>clink </em>and she kissed the showroom floor. Hips rolled, wagged with Nikki's search inside her. Drool poured around the gag.<br/>"Nnh."<br/>She was in for it now.<br/><br/>Ruby-toed black boots, sharp and severe and confident even if their wearer was all butterflies and churning hormones, stepped in urgently close. Somewhere over her that girl's animal cock loomed, teased and slick. She hoped the girls would bond over this. How wonderful for Nikki to make a new friend here in Venus.