A latex girl thing

Slave head appeared to stretch elongated, and a very long snake of a tongue licked from her mouth to run across her own head. It returned to her mouth so she could speak. “Have you ever experienced Breath Play, Master?”

Slave drove her head at him, but instead of head butting Rusty Slave’s head opened up. Giant fingers stretched from the latex envelope, wrapped around his head, merging together on the back of his head and neck. Rusty felt it and screamed in terror as Slave’s latex goo of a head slithered and dripped slowly on him, on his face, on his head, sticking and pulling itself towards him. A tendril of it grabbed his tongue; another tendril became a phallus and began to fuck his mouth, choking him with deeper thrusts, massaging his tongue with excited throbs. The rest of the head merged and sealed itself around his head. He could not see. He could not hear. The living latex stretched tightly across his face, defining every feature, freezing it in permanent terror. His open mouth covered, the last of his breath pushed out and sucked in the thin material while his mouth was continuously violated by the pulsating tentacle. The rest of it wrapped around his neck. He was cut off from air; the rubber around his neck slowly squeezed like a boa constrictor. From Slave’s crotch the pussy stretched down and slid its tubular appendage over his cock, throbbing and massaging the man’s sex appendage while an inner mucus membrane covered and squeezed his balls.