A latex girl thing

Rusty struggled in this living nightmare, feeling this latex girl thing squeezing him, choking him, asphyxiating him, and sucking him off. He flailed helpless. He gagged on the fake cock in his mouth. He coughed. He gasped for air and only inhaled the scent of latex and odorless carbon dioxide. In the terror-filled moments that felt like years instead of seconds he could see flashbulbs going off in the darkness while everything except his dick went numb.

Suddenly, for just a moment, Rusty could breathe. There was a difference he could taste; air filled the back of his throat.

Suddenly, before he could gulp more air, the taste of rubber and scent of latex returned. His body was jolted with electricity from that brief moment of air. All that energy, however, rushed to his suckled-on cock. He grew harder; it grew so hard it hurt. It caused his pelvis to cramp. He was gasping again in moments.

Air filled his starved lungs again, and again his cock jolted to life: harder, longer, throbbing as if it replaced his heart. His balls grew sensitive to the squeezing. He couldn’t think.