Cleo & Sandra have been out all night, until the sun has come up. Dancing, drinking, and carrying on with their friends into the night, all the while sweating in their nylons that they've conveniently worn panty-less. When the two come in for a bit of a rest, they plop down right onto their "couch". Their couch however, has a pulse, gagged with tape, remaining perfectly still and silent; an obedient piece of fleshy furniture. Cleo and Sandra chit chatting about the evenings events, complaining about the men that were hitting on them in flocks as they take turns pressing their nylon asses in...

Cleo & Sandra have been out all night, until the sun has come up. Dancing, drinking, and carrying on with their friends into the night, all the while sweating in their nylons that they've conveniently worn panty-less. When the two come in for a bit of a rest, they plop down right onto their "couch". Their couch however, has a pulse, gagged with tape, remaining perfectly still and silent; an obedient piece of fleshy furniture. Cleo and Sandra chit chatting about the evenings events, complaining about the men that were hitting on them in flocks as they take turns pressing their nylon asses into the facial features of their breathing, sofa. Turning red from lack of air and the pressure of Sandra's and Cleo's weight, the girls pay their couch no mind as he's to take both of them at the same time; Sandra and Cleo testing their furnitures endure. Still, he doesn't make a move nor a sound; the only thing being able to be heard as the girls rest their asses and the weight of their bodies onto is his struggle for air.