Determined to get by, you keep on squeezing, pressed tight between the rough slimey wall and the strange, soft mass beneath her skirt. Pressed up close to her like this, you're almost gagging on the heavy smell that seems to radiate from her mouldy leather clothes, swampy and foul. When did dresses like this ever get made out of leather anyway?
Suddenly you realise you can't move any more. Your feet have become stuck somehow in what feels like some sort of gluey slime at the base of the wall.Nervously, you tug harder, feeling foolish and embarrassed, trying not to look at the strange lady.
She begins to laugh musically, and you at last stop struggling and turn to face her, shocked to find she's somehow turned easily in her dress so she's facing you directly, her face just an few inches away from your own. Her eyes are still hidden behind the orange glass of the goggles and the mouldy lace veil, but she's smiling like the cat that got the cream.
"My word," she says, soft and teasing, "You are rather forthcoming, aren't you? This is becoming rather.. intimate."
She raises her veil with one leather gloved hand and leans in to kiss you, and the cloying damp swampy smell is almost overbearing. Your feet are still stuck though - feet? the way she's moved against you now, she has your whole lower body pinned firmly against the wall with the huge soft mass beneath her dress. You really don't want to think about what that might be...
Then her lips are pressed hard against yours, shockingly wet and cold, and she kisses you hard, her free hand grabbing your hair and banging your head back against the wall as her amazingly long, slimey cold tongue explores your mouth. She presses her lean, corseted upper body against you, her firm little breasts rubbing against your chest as she grinds passionately into you.
This is getting pretty scary - why is she so *cold?* - but Jesus, it's like she has three tongues or something, and that mouldy smell is somehow starting to smell a little more pleasant... She giggles into your mouth as your dick begins to stiffen against the unknown mass beneath her skirt that pins you to the wall...
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