‘Let me measure you for size,’ Force seamstress Maria said, then closed her mouth around his stem. A few pulls later she released and rose up depositing a kiss to his lips. ‘Excellent you stayed still, of course my Seamstick Red is a very potent paralysing lipstick. A traitor is dangerous in this couturier,’ she offered, relieving herself of her clothes. You're about to get a made to measure death and my seams are very secure,’ she explained as she
nipped his lips. ‘I call this The Serger, a diabolic knot, slow, sexy and utterly inescapable. You’ve wandered into a FORCE dress shop. I wonder how that happened, perhaps someone hacked your phone Oh and if you're thinking you’ll wear me out because of my age, well think again, I’m made of long wearing material, durable yet soft to the touch and very form fitting,’ she added.
Still so hard, thank you,’ she offered while her ageless body enveloped his. After what seemed an eternity to him she finished, the final twist bringing them face to face. ‘There, the two pieces of fabric have been joined, you and me, now to apply the stitching,’ she smiled and kissed him. ‘Pity you're a delightful kisser but you’ve been dressing for the wrong side. Speaking of that, you dress to the centre don’t you sir? Maria added as she consumed him into her buttonhole. The Seamstress pistoned her hips up and down like a take up lever while her tension about him increased. It took her less than a minute to spill him then less than two for the second. The eyelet is the perfect partner to The Serger, movement and reaction all in a pleasurable synchronised dance,’ she added.
Maria rolled them a bit then explained. ‘You can’t sew the same line again and again, instead of making the seam stronger you actually weaken it, so it is with sex, a new line, new material, the thread feels the materials resistance more forming a tighter bound,’ she purred her hips thrusting to emphasise the point. ‘You’re wonderful material to work with Trident agent, you gather in very nicely,’ she smiled nipping his lips as her body pulled tighter, the moment calculated and cunning as it sent him into orbit again, his body bucking and snapping as he thrust into her.
‘Delicious. My overlay caress always ensures a delightful deadly spindle.’ she hummed as he climaxed yet again his body racked with pain and pleasure as she drew inward his form a delightful helpless feel against hers.
One more screw, his massive climax shaking the both then she relaxed, smiled, kissed him and got up.
‘I told you I was a seamstress. That thread about you, a special invention of mine, it slowly contracts with your body heat. Now normally you might stand a chance but given all that extra activity you’ve just been through, you have no chance. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go. I have another measuring appointment with one of your colleagues in a short time.’
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