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Ready to feel the opulent hug of rubber attire, I strut towards my laid out wardrobe in nothing but a micro thong. My fingers eagerly reach for the sleek, shiny black rubber capris, their surface gleaming with promise. With a gentle click, I pop open the bottle of dressing aid and apply a generous amount, relishing the sensation as the material effortlessly envelops my skin, molding to my curves like a second skin. Next comes the bodysuit, gloves, and toe socks, each piece slipping into place with a satisfying sheen. Finally, I adorn my neck with a delica...

Censored Version

Ready to feel the opulent hug of rubber attire, I strut towards my laid out wardrobe in nothing but a micro thong. My fingers eagerly reach for the sleek, shiny black rubber capris, their surface gleaming with promise. With a gentle click, I pop open the bottle of dressing aid and apply a generous amount, relishing the sensation as the material effortlessly envelops my skin, molding to my curves like a second skin. Next comes the bodysuit, gloves, and toe socks, each piece slipping into place with a satisfying sheen. Finally, I adorn my neck with a delicate white rose choker, a stark contrast against the dark, glossy ensemble, completing my transformation into a vision of sleek, seductive allure.