Silky smooth, rubbery, shiny, reflective, like liquid glass. My five fingers, tightly wrapped by lubed latex, twist and circle and tease like obsidian tendrils. Every ounce of your being is screaming to be gripped by My fingers. My palms over your nose and mouth, forming a seal, sends you over the edge as you get lost in the sharp details of the folds of shiny rubber.

My hands are wrapped around your heart and collaring your cock. The shine from the lube is blinding. The sounds you hear as I rub and slide My hands and arms together, from fingertips to elbows. There's nothing like t...

Silky smooth, rubbery, shiny, reflective, like liquid glass. My five fingers, tightly wrapped by lubed latex, twist and circle and tease like obsidian tendrils. Every ounce of your being is screaming to be gripped by My fingers. My palms over your nose and mouth, forming a seal, sends you over the edge as you get lost in the sharp details of the folds of shiny rubber.

My hands are wrapped around your heart and collaring your cock. The shine from the lube is blinding. The sounds you hear as I rub and slide My hands and arms together, from fingertips to elbows. There's nothing like the deep squeak and wet friction sounds that lubed-up latex makes, is there?

Fall into My palms and get wrapped around My fingers...you're clay in My hands.