You wait for me with your heart racing. Tight shiny latex wraps around my goddess curves. I am a piece of twisted divine art that is too good to touch. Your heart racing from the clinical smell, and the sound of creeks of latex makes you weak, and you are in complete ecstasy. You are allowed to be vulnerable and surrender. In my presence, you are my toy to use.

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A collaboration with @atglamour, @hollyartistry