She tugged at the edges around her thighs, feeling the latex grip the skin there, warm already from just the brief contact. The dorm room was dark except for the two lamps she’d dragged onto her desk and aimed at the wall, throwing soft amber light across the unmade bed and the rumpled blanket on the floor. She’d propped her phone against a stack of textbooks on the desk, the timer app glowing on the screen, set to five second intervals.
She hit start and moved to the bed, kneeling on the mattress with her knees apart. The latex stretched tight across her pussy as she settled her weight back onto her heels, and she felt the pressure immediately, the smooth material pressing up against her. She put one hand on her thigh and the other behind her head, arching her back so the leotard pulled taut across her chest, the pink surface catching the lamplight in a bright streak down the front. The shutter clicked and she glanced at the phone, then looked directly into the lens and raised an eyebrow. “You’re already watching, aren’t you,” she said, her voice low and lazy in the quiet room. She shifted onto her hands and knees, dropping her shoulders so the latex stretched over her ass, and looked over her shoulder at the camera. “Bet you want me to stay right here.” She held it until the click, mouth slightly open, eyes fixed on the lens.
The latex made a faint sound every time she moved, a soft squeak where her thighs pressed together. She rolled onto her side on the bed, one leg bent up, and dragged her fingertips slowly down over her hip and along the outside of her thigh. The material was warming up against her body, getting slick with her heat, and she could feel every contour of herself through it. She slid her hand down between her legs and pressed her palm flat against the latex over her pussy, just holding it there, feeling the pressure push back against her. The shutter clicked and she looked at the camera with half-lidded eyes. “I can feel you staring,” she murmured, and dragged her middle finger up along the seam of the latex, slow enough that anyone watching would feel it. “You like that? Yeah, I know you do.”
The friction sent a warm pulse through her and she bit her bottom lip, keeping her eyes on the lens. Her finger traced back down and she pressed harder, rubbing in a small circle through the material. The latex was slick and tight against her clit and she could feel herself getting wet under it, the heat building between her skin and the rubber. She held the pose for the shutter, finger pressed against herself, face flushed, and then tilted her head at the phone. “Don’t look away,” she said softly. “I’m just getting started.”
Kayla slid off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling on the blanket she’d spread out. The lamplight hit the latex differently down here, catching the curves of her body in sharp highlights and leaving the rest in warm shadow. She ran both hands up her sides, feeling the latex slide under her palms, the material pulling and releasing against her skin. She curved her spine and rolled her hips forward, pressing her pussy against the floor through the tight leotard, and a soft breath escaped her. She looked up at the camera from below, chin lifted, and smiled. “You’re still there, huh. Good.” She did it again, slower, grinding down against the pressure, the latex slick and hot between her and the blanket. “I bet you’d love to know what this feels like right now. How warm it’s getting.”
She leaned back on her hands with her legs spread, the leotard stretched tight across her pussy, the pink material darkened slightly where it pressed flush against her. She looked at the camera and tilted her head, letting her mouth fall open just a little. “You’re so obvious,” she whispered, holding the lens with her gaze. One hand moved down her stomach, fingers dragging over the latex, and she watched herself in the phone screen as she traced the edge of the leotard where it cut across her hip. She slipped a finger just under the edge, not pulling it aside, just hooking it there so a sliver of skin showed against the pink. The shutter clicked and she smiled at the camera. “Almost saw something, didn’t you. Not yet.”
Back on the bed, she lay on her stomach with her legs bent up behind her, feet crossed at the ankles. The latex was pulled tight over her ass and she rocked her hips gently against the mattress, the pressure against her clit building in slow waves. She turned her face toward the camera and rested her chin on her folded arms, eyes heavy and warm. “You’re not even blinking, are you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the wet heat pooling under the latex and she pressed her hips down harder, grinding into the bed with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her breath came soft through parted lips and she held the camera’s gaze like she was looking at someone specific. “I can feel you watching me. It’s making this so much better.”
She reached back with one hand and dragged her fingers down over the latex across her ass, pressing into the tight material, then slid her hand down between her legs from behind. Her fingers found the seam of the leotard pressed against her pussy and she rubbed through it, two fingers moving in slow circles. The latex was slick with her heat and the friction was maddening, smooth and tight and not quite enough. She pushed harder and her hips moved with her hand, grinding against her own fingers through the rubber. She turned her face into the pillow for a moment, breathing hard, then looked back at the camera with flushed cheeks. “You want me to keep going, don’t you. Say it.” The shutter clicked and she didn’t stop, didn’t change what she was doing, just let it capture her like that. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Kayla rolled onto her back and lay there breathing, one hand resting on her stomach and the other still between her legs, fingers pressing lightly against the latex over her clit. The leotard was hot against her skin, clinging to every curve, damp underneath where she’d been sweating and where she was wet. She looked at the camera with a lazy, half-drunk expression and ran her fingers in one last slow circle. “You should see yourself right now,” she murmured. “You look desperate.” She lifted her hand away and rested both arms above her head on the pillow, holding the lens with heavy eyes. “I’ll give you more later. Maybe.” She let the shutter click one more time, then smiled and closed her eyes.
She got up and walked to the desk, picking up the phone and scrolling through the photos. The screen cast pale light across her face as she swiped through shot after shot, her body in hot pink latex caught in every pose she’d tried. She paused on one of her kneeling on the floor, hand between her legs, and zoomed in. The latex was stretched tight and shiny across her pussy and her fingers were pressed flat against it. She stared at it for a long moment, then swiped to the next one and kept scrolling.
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