shining latex doll awaits her owner 🔥 Pt. 1/2

I stand in the hot, golden light of the hotel room, surrounded by mirrors that multiply my obscenely glossy rubber body in endless reflections. The room already reeks of me – warm, sweetly chemical latex mixed with the dripping arousal leaking out from under all the layers, making the scent even more irresistible.The matte base layer clings like a wet tongue to my skin, pressing deep into my puzzy and between my a..s cheeks, soaking up every drop. Over it, the thick, mirror-shiny catsuit – chrome black, squeaking and slurping as I pull it on. My ***** are squeezed upward, nipples rock-hard against the inside, visible like ***** little buttons. The wide latex belt cinches me so tightly that every breath is a struggle – the pressure only makes me hornier.The sheer lilac bolero lies feather-light on top, shimmering like filthy amethyst light, letting everything underneath show through: hard nipples, tight curves, the wet shine beneath. The smooth mask encases my face; every breath is pure, irresistible rubber scent.I turn slowly in front of the mirror. My a..s – plump, lifted high, gleaming like polished lacquer – reflects the light blindingly. Sweat and puzzy juice seep out from under the layers, turning the shine slick and obscene. I thrust it far back, spread my legs, let the three layers squeak and smack loudly while my gloved fingers glide over the glossy *******, pinching the nipples, then slide lower between my legs – where the latex is stretched taut over my throbbing, dripping ….The door opens.He steps in – fully encased in deep black high-shine latex, mask, bulging crotch obscenely outlined. The sight makes my puzzy twitch instantly; the rubber greedily absorbs the fresh wave of wetness.He approaches with the polishing cloth. Circles slowly over my shoulders, polishes the lilac bolero to a blinding glow, then presses firmly over my ti.. – pushing the nipples through the fabric until I moan into the mask. The squeaking grows louder, dirtier.I immediately reach between his legs, massage the thick, hard latex **** through the suit, feeling it pulse, the rubber yielding then snapping taut again.Suddenly he grabs the back of my head, forces my mouth open. His fingers shove the thick ring gag between my teeth, yank the strap tight. My mouth stays wide open, tongue hanging helplessly out, thick shiny drool instantly running down my chin and dripping onto my glossy ti.. and the bolero.He unzips his crotch. The plump, black latex **** springs free – glossy, thick, dripping. Without warning he grips my head and push it deep through the ring gag into my throat. The taste of warm rubber and his ***** pre-c.m fills my mouth. I suck greedily, swirling my tongue around the smooth shaft while drool pours in long strands over my shining ******* and onto the floor.He turns me halfway, kneads my plump ***, polishes the glossy curves while I keep sucking – obscene, drooling, completely exposed. The room now smells only of latex, and ***** puzzy.He whispers hoarsely through his mask:

“Just like that, you shiny rubber ****… take it all.”And I do – deeper, filthier, wetter – while my whole body trembles with rubber, shine, and total surrender.