A latex girl thing

The latex creature noticeably shuddered and continued to slurp and digest what came from the cock. In short time, the creature began to take a feminine shape again. The head was the first to reform, peeling off the head of the poor victim, whose lips were blue, eyes were blood shot from being choked, and mouth hung open with thick tongue hanging out. The thing peeled itself off his body save for his pelvis; there the main portion sat while reeling in its sucking tentacle, but never letting go of the phallus.

Reformed, the creature that let Rusty call her Slave wiggled on his limping, yet still pumping cock, and smacked the lips on her face together and made a long yummy sound. She closed what passed for eyes, the whites which were filled with swimming sperm, and placed her hands on her reformed breasts and played with them in delight of her fresh meal. She eyed her nipples, then felt her nose: her piercings, of course, fell out. She shrugged her shoulders: she did pierce herself before, she could do it again; it wasn’t as if it hurt because she doesn’t feel pain like humans do. Pain only feels pleasurable to her, but it never could compete with the rich, fulfilling pleasure of the taste of man’s cum.