Latex girl

Zafira arrives in a skin-tight latex catsuit, black and glistening under the lights. The rubber clings to every curve, outlining her long legs and the swell of her breasts with each slow breath. She pauses at the edge of the set, letting her gloved hands glide down her sides, then drops to her knees on the padded bench. Her blonde hair spills over her shoulders as she leans back, legs spread. One slick finger slips between the slit cut into the crotch of the suit and finds her clit. A soft moan slips out. She works herself in steady circles, hips rolling, eyes half-closed, chasing the throb that builds with every stroke. The brunette joins her, already naked, and the two women tangle. Zafira welcomes her friend’s tongue with a sharp gasp, then reaches for the first smooth toy. They take turns filling each other, mouths meeting between moans, bodies sliding on the slick vinyl. The second cock slides in—double penetration, slow and deep. Zafira’s breath catches, her heels dig into the bench, and every thrust drives a low, broken sound from her throat. The girls trade places, still locked together, until the tension snaps and they come in quick, shuddering bursts, latex gleaming with sweat and lube.