The material caught what little light existed and threw it back in slick, wet-looking reflections that shifted each time she moved. She could feel the latex pulling tight across her pussy, the pressure constant and warm, the fabric so thin that every vibration from the wand traveled through it like it was nothing at all. Elsa sat at the foot of the bed, fully suited herself, watching with those ice-blue eyes that never seemed to blink.
“You’re already shaking,” Elsa said. Her voice was calm, controlled, the way it always was when she had the advantage. She sat with her legs folded beneath her, the latex on her thighs creaking softly as she shifted her weight. The catsuit fit her differently than it fit Anna, stretched tighter across her tits where the material had to work harder to contain her, and Anna noticed the way the light pooled in the hollow of her collarbone before sliding down toward her chest. Elsa held the wand in one gloved hand, the head of it pressed directly against Anna through the latex, and the vibrations hummed through the suit and into her skin in waves that made her thighs clench.
Anna’s fingers dug into the sheets beneath her. The latex gloves she wore squeaked against the fabric with every movement, and the sound mixed with the low buzz of the wand and her own breathing, which was getting louder whether she wanted it to or not. “I can last longer than you think,” she said, but her voice cracked on the last word because Elsa chose that exact moment to press the wand harder. The latex compressed against her pussy, the material going from tight to impossibly tight, and the vibration went from a hum to a deep, rolling pulse that made her hips buck off the mattress without her permission. Elsa smiled at that, a slow curl of her lips that Anna wanted to hate but couldn’t because it was the same smile that always made her stomach flip.
“Prove it,” Elsa said. She dragged the wand upward, letting it ride the seam of the latex that ran between Anna’s legs, and the change in pressure made Anna gasp. The latex was slick with the heat building underneath it, and Anna could feel the material sticking to her skin in places where sweat was starting to form. The catsuit was a furnace, and every second Elsa kept the wand pressed against her made it worse. Anna’s tits rose and fell with each breath, the latex stretching and relaxing in a rhythm that Elsa watched with obvious interest. Her gloved fingers traced the curve of Anna’s thigh, the touch light enough to feel like a suggestion rather than a grip, and the latex beneath her fingers shone like oil in the dim light.
The orgasm hit Anna like a wave she didn’t see coming. Her back arched off the bed and the latex creaked and pulled tight across her stomach, across her tits, across every surface of her body at once. She heard herself make a sound that was too loud for the concrete walls to absorb entirely, and it echoed back at her, making her face burn. Elsa didn’t pull the wand away immediately. She held it there, letting the vibration work through the aftershocks until Anna’s thighs were trembling and her breath came in short, desperate pulls. When she finally lifted it, the latex where it had been pressed was darker, slick with condensation that had built up beneath the surface.
“Your turn,” Anna said once she could breathe again. She sat up on her elbows and watched Elsa reach for the dildo on the bed beside them. It was black, like everything else in the room, and thick enough that Anna felt her mouth go dry watching Elsa’s gloved fingers wrap around it. Elsa didn’t hesitate. She positioned herself on the bed with her back against the concrete wall, legs spread, the latex pulled taut across her pussy and shining in the low light. She worked the dildo beneath the suit, pressing it against herself through the material first, and Anna could see the shape of it through the latex, the outline pressing and shifting as Elsa found the angle she wanted.
“Tell me what you want to see,” Elsa said. Her voice had lost some of its composure already, and Anna felt a surge of satisfaction at that. She crawled closer, her own latex suit still hot and clinging, and put her mouth near Elsa’s ear. She told her to push it deeper, to let Anna see the shape of it moving inside the suit, and Elsa obeyed with a slow, deliberate motion that made the latex stretch and deform around the toy. Anna watched the material strain, watched it go from slick and smooth to pulled and distorted, and the sight of it made her pulse pick up all over again. Elsa’s tits strained against the catsuit with each thrust of her hand, the latex catching light and throwing it back in sharp flashes that matched the rhythm of her breathing.
Elsa came with her head thrown back against the concrete and her teeth bared, and the sound she made was raw and uncontrolled in a way that Anna had never heard from her before. The latex suit was drenched in sweat inside, and Anna could see it clinging to Elsa’s body in new ways, following every contour of her stomach and ribs like it had been vacuum-sealed. Elsa’s chest heaved, her tits rising and falling under the material, and the dildo stayed pressed against her as the aftershocks rolled through her in visible waves that made the latex twitch and pull.
They didn’t speak for a long moment after that. The room was quiet except for their breathing, and the concrete walls gave back nothing. Then Anna reached over and placed her gloved hand on Elsa’s thigh. The touch was simple, but the latex on latex contact made a sound like a whisper, and Elsa opened her eyes and looked at her with an expression that was half challenge and half invitation. Anna moved her hand higher, letting her fingers trace the seam that ran along Elsa’s inner thigh, and the latex beneath her touch was slick and warm and alive with the heat that Elsa’s body had built underneath it.
“Together this time,” Anna said. Elsa didn’t argue. They lay side by side on the bed, facing each other, and Anna could feel the heat radiating off Elsa’s suit where their bodies pressed close. Their hands moved at the same time, each finding the other’s pussy through the latex, and the pressure of gloved fingers against the material was different from the wand or the dildo. It was more personal, more deliberate, and Anna could feel every ridge of Elsa’s fingers through the thin latex as they pressed and rubbed in a rhythm that they found together without speaking.
The latex between Anna’s legs was soaked through with sweat and heat, and every movement of Elsa’s fingers sent a shiver through her that made her own hand falter on Elsa’s suit. She could feel Elsa’s pussy through the material, the heat of it, the way it pulsed against the latex when she found the right spot. They were racing now, though neither of them had said it out loud, and the competition made everything sharper. Anna watched Elsa’s face, watched her lips part and her eyes go half-liddid, watched the way her tits strained against the latex with each breath, and she pressed harder, faster, chasing the finish line with her fingers working the latex against Elsa in tight, relentless circles.
They came within seconds of each other. Anna went first, her body locking up as the orgasm tore through her, and the feeling of Elsa’s fingers still moving against her through the latex made it last longer than it should have. Elsa followed almost immediately, her hand gripping Anna’s thigh hard enough that the latex creaked, and they rode it out together in the dim light of the concrete room with their suits sticking to their bodies and their breathing echoing off the walls. When it was over, neither of them moved to separate. Anna’s hand stayed where it was, resting against Elsa through the latex, and Elsa’s fingers traced lazy circles on her thigh that made the material whisper with every pass.
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