When they were alone, Zenovia turned upon her, yanking Jane to her feet with a painful grip. She braced herself for a blow, to be shaken or thrown…something… But to her surprise, Zenovia began to unlock the chains around her waist, and those that threaded through the metal cup covering her quim. She tore them away, and the next thing Jane knew, she was dragged up onto the top of the dais and shoved onto the floor. Her legs trailed awkwardly down the steps, her thighs splayed wide and her red, ready quim fully exposed. Zenovia followed, her body pressing Jane into the ground as her mouth covered hers. Tongue thrusting deep, she devoured Jane roughly, sending even more lust and arousal spiking through her sensitive body. A powerful thigh slid between Jane’s, and she felt the hot wetness of the other woman’s quim sliding against her thigh as Zenovia straddled her, moving her toga out of the way. Panting and confused, Jane could hardly breathe as her mistress kissed her passionately, pressing her steaming self down against Jane’s leg, then pulled her mouth away.
