Oh, you think you’re slick, staring at me like that under this scorching mid-afternoon sun? Here I am, Princess Kyla, strutting my stuff in front of this old-ass castle, its stone walls baking while the grass tickles my bare feet like a dirty little secret. That stream nearby gurgles like it’s jealous of the show I’m putting on. My red hair’s a wild blaze, spilling down my back, but this latex gown? Fuck, it’s a goddamn masterpiece, glossy and skin-tight, hugging every inch like it’s painted on from some twisted medieval fantasy. The bodice crushes my massive tits, forcing them up so they’re practically spilling over, and the skirt blooms out from my tiny waist, all shiny and squeaky as hell. The latex catches the sunlight, gleaming like a walking wet dream, gripping my curves so tight your cock’s hard before you can blink.
I know I’m the sexiest damn thing you’ve ever seen, and I’m gonna make you feel it. I throw my head back, running my hands through my fiery hair, fingers dragging slow and nasty, letting each strand tease like it’s stroking your fantasies. “You staring at my tits already, you filthy fucker?” I taunt, my voice all sassy and playful, green eyes locking on you like I can feel your boner throbbing. I smirk, then slide my hands down, cupping my huge tits through the latex, squeezing hard till they’re practically bursting out. The shine blasts the sun back at you, my curves screaming for your eyes. I stand here, legs spread wide, skirt flaring out with a loud rubber pop, claiming this grassy spot like it’s my fucking throne.
I saunter over to the stream, hips swinging, that latex hugging every curve tighter than a lover’s grip. Then I drop my perfect ass down to sit on the grass, legs tucked under, skirt pooling like black molten fire. The sun slams into the latex, making it shimmer so hot you can almost taste the heat. I lean back, hands gliding down my sides, tracing my tiny waist, then grabbing my juicy ass with a wicked grin. “Gawking at my ass now, huh? Bet you’re fucking drooling,” I laugh, all pure tease, smacking my curves so hard they jiggle under the glossy grip.
I’m not done fucking with you yet. I stretch out on my side, one arm propping me up, the other twirling my hair slow and sexy, shooting you a look that says I know your cock’s aching. The latex clings to my hips like it’s glued on, the sunlight making it glow like a wet dream come to life. I roll onto my back, sprawling on the grass, arms flung above my head, my massive tits thrust up by the corset-like bodice till they’re ready to rip free. The stream’s babble mixes with my slow, nasty moves as I squirm, hands sliding down my sides again, like I’m daring you to lose it. “Eyes glued to me, huh? Bet this shit’s got you rock fucking hard,” I tease, my voice dripping with sultry sass, red hair fanned out like a damn halo.
I hop back to my feet and stand tall, hands on my hips. That latex skirt swishes and clings like it’s alive. I run my fingers through my hair again, then slide them to my tits, squeezing slow and filthy, the latex stretching tight as fuck. I bite my lip, eyes flashing with pure fucking mischief. “Still staring, you horny bastard?” I say, my voice slamming like a challenge, making your pulse hammer. I grab my juicy fucking ass one last time, turning just enough to flaunt every inch of that killer body, the latex gleaming so bright it’s like a fucking neon sign for fire.
Here I stand, the castle towering behind me. The stream’s bubbling like it’s in on the fun. The sun’s turning me into your ultimate fuck fantasy. Every shift and tight stretch of this latex is a straight shot to your cock, and I fucking love it. I lean forward, my massive tits pushing the glossy bodice to its breaking point, and flash you a grin that could make you cum on the spot. “Go jerk off, you filthy fuck, unless you already blew your load all over yourself.”
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