The moment the water hits my black latex catsuit, you'll forget how to breathe. Every droplet rolls down my slick curves like liquid sin, making the tight material shine against my skin. I take my time because your desperation is my favorite form of worship peeling it down slowly, letting the steam curl around my body as inch after inch of skin appears. I know what you’re thinking *how does she make peeling off latex look like a ********* experience?* Simple. Because for you, it *is*. The way my nails drag against the glossy fabric, the soft *shlick* as it pulls away from my tits, the way my ass presses against the wet shower wall as I work the suit lower it’s all deliberate. I’m putting on a show, and your dick is the willing victim. By the time I’m slick with soap, sliding my hands over my tits and letting the suds drip down my stomach, you’ll be aching to touch what you can’t have. My hips roll under the water, letting it rush between my thighs, and my fingers tease just enough to make you *crave* more. This isn’t just a shower. It’s a domination. And by the time I’m done, you’ll be on your knees whether in your mind or on the floor begging for more.
