My tits flatten under the shiny surface and my nipples press hard against the inside, two distinct points that the latex can’t hide. I arch my back slightly, letting the fluorescent lights catch every curve, knowing you’ll see this later. Knowing what you’ll be doing when you see it.
The library smells like old paper, but under that, I catch the latex. Synthetic and warm from my body. I’m not wearing anything underneath. The thought makes my pussy slick against the tight silver membrane, and I feel it start to coat the inside of my thighs. There’s nothing to absorb it. The suit holds everything against my skin, keeps me aware of how wet I’m getting, keeps me desperate with no relief. I drag my palms down my arms and watch the silver ripple, knowing you’re watching too.
My hands slide over my thighs and the latex pulls tight between my legs. The pressure is right there, constant, and every tiny movement shifts it against my clit. I spread my fingers wide over the shiny surface and squeeze, feeling my bare skin slide underneath, feeling my own mess begin to spread inside this thing. God, it’s getting slippery. I’m making myself slippery inside this suit just sitting here, just thinking about what these pictures will look like to you later.
I trace one finger across my chest, pressing hard enough to dent the silver surface, and I feel my nipple push back against the pressure. Hard and sensitive and trapped. The suit doesn’t let anything relax. Keeps everything compressed and visible and on display. I tilt my head and let pink hair fall across my shoulder, let my lips part, let my breathing shift. The camera catches everything. My tits rising and falling. The way my thighs press together when the pressure gets too intense. The way my hips shift in this leather chair.
The air conditioning hits the surface of the suit and I feel it like fingers on my spine. Cool against the outside, but inside I’m burning. Getting wetter. Making a mess of this silver membrane and feeling it all smear against my bare skin. I drag my nails across my thigh and my pussy clenches hard, desperate for friction I can’t get. The suit is too tight. Too smooth. Every movement slides against my bare lips, keeps me on edge with no way to finish.
I think about you looking at these images. I think about your hand. And I get wetter. I can feel it now, the slick mess spreading inside my suit, making everything slippery and hot and frustrating. I press my palm flat against my stomach and slide upward, feeling my muscles jump under the pressure. My nipples strain against the silver surface and I let my head fall back slightly, let the expression on my face tell you exactly what I’m feeling. Desperate. Turned on. Alone in this library with nothing but latex and my own mess between my legs.
I hold the pose. Let you see everything I’m offering. The shiny curve of my tits. The way my hands rest on my thighs, close to where I need them but not touching. The way my body shifts and squirms in this chair because I can’t help it. Can’t help that this suit turns me on. Can’t help that knowing you’ll see this makes my pussy clench and drip inside this silver shell.
I’m going to sit here all day. Getting wetter. Making a mess of myself. And you’re going to look at these pictures and wish you could feel how hot and slick and desperate this latex feels from the inside.
But you can’t. You just get to watch me suffer in the best way.
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