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Equilibrium Pressure
When it started, there was so much noise. Moans of ecstasy and desperation, only interrupted by the insatiable urge to kiss constantly, as the sensitive bulges pressed and squished and ground, slowly growing the longer they remained on the edge. They pulled on their squishy restraints of heavy, silicone-padded rubber, filling the tiny space with creaks and squeaks and the bubble of the swelling fluid. The sounds of open-mouthed moans of delight and slurping kisses gave way to stuffed muffles and stifled hacking as the chunky gag was inserted, a shared, swelling rubber sphere beginning to fill their cheeks and throats, stretching their jaws. He hadn't started with breasts on his suit but they appeared to match hers, and pretty soon they were running out of room. Squeaking, hissing, bubbling of mounting pressure and shifting rubber all around them.
Now it was silent. There was no room left to squirm, no air left to moan with, no give left in the pressurised rubber that their bodies could fight, an equilibrium reached between the growth in their suits and the tightness of their restraints. All over them, the runes glimmered, the same two: the crossed-out 'o' and the infinite lock. A permanent prison, perpetually perched on the precipice of climax, trapped forever in an inescapable chamber of permanent rubber, permanently encased, permanently edged permanent permanent permanent permanent permanent permanent permanent.
Buckowski
Memberthat's quite the lock
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