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I pull out the latex and beckon you into the bathroom. You want to touch my naked body, but the idea of taking care of me in skin tight latex drives you wild. Slowly, you help me lace it up in the back, tying it deliciously tight against my skin, making sure to murmur in my ear how cute you think my girlcock looks poking out from under the latex. You get me tied up in the back and flip me around ready to ravage me... but I hold out the latex cleaner. If we are going to do this, we are going to do it right. I begin dripping the oil down on my latex covered body and your hands instinctively start rubbing it all over the material. I can feel the heat of your hands through the fabric, the subtle pressure of you rubbing my body begins driving me wild. I want to abandon this and have you take me right there - but waiting is part of the fun. Instead I gasp softly as you move your hands to my breasts. I close my eyes as you firmly and insistently knead my breasts, even lightly pinching my nipples. Suddenly, I feel your mouth on my girlcock and my eyes fly open. Your tongue causes my knees to buckle in my thigh high black boots as I feel myself suddenly become far more wet. You catch me before I hit the ground and you pick me up, telling me that there has been enough cleaning and you can't take it anymore. This is going to be a passionate night....