Stroke. Throb. Ache. I want you to be so tender that it almost hurts. S ink deeper into subspace, rubber boy. It feels so good to relinquish control.

I know what’s best for your cock. It’s my latex, my catsuit. It’s gooning, it's my gentle mesmerising voice telling you exactly what to do. You don’t want this to end, because you need it. You know that an orgasm just can’t compare, gooner.

Stroke. Throb. Ache. I want you to be so tender that it almost hurts. S ink deeper into subspace, rubber boy. It feels so good to relinquish control.

I know what’s best for your cock. It’s my latex, my catsuit. It’s gooning, it's my gentle mesmerising voice telling you exactly what to do. You don’t want this to end, because you need it. You know that an orgasm just can’t compare, gooner.