A latex girl thing

“I’m hungry,” moaned Slave. “Be quiet and sleep. Go back to sleep. So good. Oh so good. Hmmmmm.”

Sleep sex, thought Rusty. He chagrinned at that: personally, he thought sleep sex was total bullshit – he ought to know, he pulled it on his wife more than once, roll over, quick fuck, and pretend it never happened. He knew because his wife never done it. First time he ever knew a woman to do it. He didn’t know the time, but he figured he had enough time for one more romp. He also figured to let Slave do it; the woman had practically been fucked over by the ‘Rusty jackhammer’.

“Yeah, I know,” he whispered in her ear. He peeked out an eye, and saw her latex toes. He felt her latex hands were on different parts of his body. The body moved a little, but only a little, and the wrong way; the wrong way being that she was fucking him like a lazy cowgirl hovering over her ‘saddle’. Her hips should have been working, yet his cock was being pulled by…

“What…the hell….Slave?” Rusty moved.

“No, lie still.”