As a rubber fetishist, you are so weak and pathetic as I stand before You, the gleaming Rubber Goddess of your wet dreams. You are so easily mesmerized and transfixed on my every movement, as the light catches every curve of my body... as my hands glide over every curve...the latex encasing me like a second skin.

You wish you could touch me, but that is a privilege not yet earned. Perhaps if you are a very good boy, I will allow you to sniff the heady aroma of my latex. Perhaps I'll even allow your tongue to slide up and down my rubber clad ass. You would love that wouldn... Show more