what’s the difference between you and a fleshlight?
you’re self lubricating
“What’s the difference between you and a fleshlight?” Finity murmured, his breath hot against the back of her neck.
Kelly barely had time to process the words before he thrust into her without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, brutal stroke.
She grunted sharply, the sound muffled by the thick latex hood as her body jolted forward against the restraints.
“You’re self-lubricating.”
She was trapped in glossy black latex from head to toe, the catsuit stretched tight over her skin like a shiny second layer, highlighting every curve and tremble. Her wrists and ankles were locked in heavy leather cuffs to the sturdy metal frame, bent over and utterly helpless—ass presented, legs forced apart, back arched. No escape. No mercy.
Just the slick, obscene sound of him using her dripping pussy like the toy she’d become.Not that she wanted mercy.Her body betrayed her instantly, clenching around his thick cock as another helpless grunt escaped her. The latex creaked with every twitch, already soaked between her thighs from how desperately wet she’d gotten just waiting for him to user again.
