You have an addiction. When you hear the sound of Latex, see the glistening of lube pouring onto it; rubbing in for a sparkling shine; it drives you up the wall. There's something so erotic about the way that it feels against against my skin, sliding it on, making sure it's the perfect form fit. When you see me in Latex, you feel so weak; the sight of my delicate yet hands being encased in it filling you with desperation and desire. I enjoy, exploiting this weakness, moving my latex encased hands in patterns of motion that nearly send you into a state of trance. You would do anything t...

You have an addiction. When you hear the sound of Latex, see the glistening of lube pouring onto it; rubbing in for a sparkling shine; it drives you up the wall. There's something so erotic about the way that it feels against against my skin, sliding it on, making sure it's the perfect form fit. When you see me in Latex, you feel so weak; the sight of my delicate yet hands being encased in it filling you with desperation and desire. I enjoy, exploiting this weakness, moving my latex encased hands in patterns of motion that nearly send you into a state of trance. You would do anything to feel these hands run along your skin, your senses. Though keep dreaming, I have you wrapped around my gloved finger little rubber slut; and my latex & I have no plans on letting you free.