Anjha Shabou — fully covered, fully enclosed in gleaming black rubber — slips into the rubber bed. She tries to drift away, but the scent is everywhere, thick and intoxicating, flooding her senses.
She turns, shifts, breathes it in. The warmth wraps around her, the texture clings, every movement a caress. Restless, aroused, she can’t stop touching herself — the rubber her second skin, the night an endless tease.
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