A latex girl thing

She raised her head; his crotch was right in line with her dark eyes. He figured since she wanted to sperm so badly she could just stare at where it came from, hidden behind layers of clothing, the bulge betraying its location. His master plan for Slave was going to be a twist on orgasm denial; the only orgasm he was going to deny her was going to be his. With the night still early, and his wife not expecting him home until tomorrow afternoon because of a story he gave her about work, he was going to milk Slave for what she was worth before he let Slave milk him.

Taking his time, Rusty slowly undid the button of his left sleeve, and then slowly rolled the sleeve upward. He noticed, as Slave heaved her big breasts in yearning, that her nipples were pierced through the latex. They appeared to be at the base, not through the middle of the nipples themselves. Of course that would be some crazy bondage artist’s fantasy come true if the arrangement was real. The latex itself just appeared super glossy and just glued on her very toned, hot body.