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at first glance, it was a flawless plan. we at “stop the change” caught wind of the recent protests, and decided to join the trend, I mean great cause. we decided to vandalize a painting of Monet, and thus draw attention to our group, a win-win.

the first part was easy: me, Jess and camera guy (he’s doing the filming for TikTak and InstaFame) snuck into the museum, joined a tour full of older elitists, and got without a issue to the picture. then, it was action time: we quickly pushed our way to the picture, Jess and I opened the soup cans, and used the 3-seconds glue to glue our hands to the wall. once camera guy was in position, we each picked up our soup can, splahed the painting. we then started shouting our slogan, “do better, senator”, while throwing our fists in the air, it was awesome.

then I noticed the look on the tour guys’ face, something was off. they… didn’t seem surprised. in fact, they looked almost… happy?

Then one of them whacked camera guy on the head, and he dropped unconscious on the floor. Suddenly gluing one hand to a wall seemed like a really bad idea.

before I could even make a sound, they where on me. One of them pulled out a glue bottle of his own, and he grabbed my free wrist violently. he smeared my palm and slammed it to the wall next to the other one. the rest just pulled on my “stop the change” t-shirt so hard that it ripped to pieces. They then stepped back, and I could see that Jess was in the same position: both palms glued to the wall, back bent backwards, chest forced forward.

This was done too quickly. they knew we’d be here, and they out-planned us.

“who are you? why did you do this?”, I gasped.

the one who glued my hand leaned forward and whispered: “you give us a bad name”.

Before I could respond to that, they were back at it. I felt hands groping at me: squeezing me tits, holding my legs and pulling down my pants and panties, one started teastin my clit like crazy, hand sent waves of forced pleasure through my body.

he pulled out the glue again, but this time he grabbed the back of my head. He Quickly left two big glue drops just inside my nostrills, then squeezed my nose with two fingers. I tried to move, away, but my head was trapped in his unusually big hand.

finally he let go, and I opened my mouth to scream for help, from anyone. instead, he blocked my mouth with a big wet kiss! now I was struggling as best I can, to get some air, but between his hands forcing my head in place, my oxygen running out and my clit turning my legs to jellow, I didn’t really have a chance.

The worst part was, that I could hear him breathe: I heard him take deep, long gusts of air from his free nose, while covering my mouth with his,fould almost hear the wind passing down his lungs. Then the bastard breathe out into MY mouth, pushing out useless carbon dioxide down my throat. I was choked out in minutes, hands-free.

I was slapped awake, I don’t know how much time later. I know that something smelt bad, and after I gasped in enough air to think straight, I realized that I was covered in semen. Jess seemed to have gone through the same “treatment”, and was now moaning beside me.

Glue man now held me by the ass, and he was rubbing a pretty big dick on my pussy. As soon as he realized I was watching, he lowered me a little bit and slid right into me.

He was pounding into me in a fast pace, and with my blocked nose I had to struggle between cathching my breath and letting out louder and louder moans. My nipples were hard and teased constantly, and I had to fight off the hands that tried grabbing my head again.

He finally came, deep and warm inside of me, and then he leaned forward again. he brushed my struggles easily, and leaned closer for a kiss…

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when the security people FINALLY came, they found Jess and me like that, covered in semen and Kimble Soup from a can.

NSFW: yes

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