Let's play a game. I know you wish you were my chair. Coated in shiny, gooey, nuru gel I slam my ass down again and again and you start to drool as the strands of gel stick between the chair and me. You want to be the one between my cheeks so badly, the gel oozing down my crack and into your eyes. But all you can do is watch, worship every jiggle, and yearn for the feeling of my full weight on your face. Follow along, and stroke exactly as I command to see if you can last until the end.