Latex makes you weak, but not as weak as I do. I allow you to tune into the sounds of luscious rubber, gawk at my perfect body and how much it shines in this beautiful pastel pink dress, and slowly drain you financially each time I allow you to jerk. What else would two hands be for, silly? Focus, and perhaps it will pay off for you. Your shiny Goddess gets paid no matte what. Lucky bratty me, contemplative you…