When your senses come to you, you are sitting in a chair, your hands bound behind your back with a thin rope. You are undressed, left only in your boxer shorts. Psylocke is sitting opposite to you, concentrated on her fingernails. Her bare feet are placed in your lap, crossed at ankles. Once she notices you woke up, a mischievous grin comes to her lips.
"I see someone is up." She muses, rubbing her heel against your crotch sensually.
"Look, I will explai-" Before you are able to finish your sentence, her foot ascends and places a firm slap on your cheek.
"You talk when I say you talk." She arises from her seat, pulling her feet from your lap and straddles you instead. Her slim thighs squeezing your hips send a sensation down your spine, and your member arches. She grins.
"I did not even have to read your mind there." She grinds against you ever so slightly, before suddenly pressing her lips against yours. Your mouth is sealed, deciding not to fall for her plays. But her fingernails grip your nipple, twisting and pulling until your lips part to gasp, and she bridges the gap, forcing her tongue within your mouth.
Your lips part again and she lets go of your skin, arising from your lap. Elizabeth pushes her foot against your chest, forcing you backwards. You fall onto your back, still bound to the chair. She takes a seat between your knees, her toes pulling at your lower lip.
"Lick." She orders, and you are left with no other choice but to obey, running your tongue up and down the sole of her foot while the other caresses your abdomen.
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