“You are your own justification.”
Gloating at my servile, verbal ass-sucking, she pulled my hood back, pressed my face into the rubbery material straining over her breasts, and wrapped me inside her furs again. We lay facing each other. Tempting me with her divine flesh, sequestered in latex to forbid direct touching, she tacitly dared me to attempt any gesture remotely resembling a s****l advance. She deigned to accept my rigid erection as my tribute to her, but if I tried rubbing my c**k against her luscious, unattainable body, she’d crush my testicles with her lethal, lovely boots.
I curled my body into the fetal position pressing my face into the latex covering her breasts and my knees against her thighs, preventing my c**k from touching her. My spirits soared with her contact but ac
