Kumi can’t wait to unpack the shipment from London. A crate of fresh
latex is catnip to her. Padding through the warehouse, she quickly
pries off the correct lid, gasps at the sheer beauty of what’s inside.
Her tilted eyes go straight to the teal rubber ensemble. Picturing it
on her golden flesh, she starts the lubrication process from the
inside. Stripping naked in a flash, Kumi grabs the bottle of body glide
and continues on her exterior surfaces, polishing them until they gleam
with the silicone solution. This will make the ultratight stockings and
wicked-tight dress slide on so much more easily. Taking her time, she
expertly smoothes the stockings up her legs, then wriggles into the
dress, such as it is. The hem is so short, it doesn’t even cover her
butt cheeks when she bends over, and the neckline puts her tits on full
display. Shaved everywhere, the rubber rides on her tawny skin almost
frictionlessly. Looking at herself in the mirror, Kumi is overcome by
sleek perfection before her eyes. Everything is packed in just so,
shiny on the outside, wet on the inside. Her fingers helplessly wander
under the high hemline. Positively dripping under there-and not all
from sweat by any means. The subtle, insistent pressure and rising heat
where the latex touches her inspires her clever fingers. No need for
additional lubrication in there. A few minutes of rude masturbation,
and the dress is down around her knees, and she’s pumping herself
toward orgasm. That’s just when he comes in, smiling at her
embarrassment. They know just how to tempt each other.
