Listen to that sound. That's the sound. The creak of my latex as I move. You're already weak for it, aren't you? Look at me, second skin so tight, I'm practically painted in power. You're desperate to touch. Match your rhythm to the sound of my latex. Every squeak commands you. Every shift controls you. Good….. So eager to obey. Imagine me standing over you in this suit, watching you come undone while I simply... exist. The more I ignore you, the harder you try. The more I laugh, the deeper you fall. When you're right at the edge, when you're begging, remember who owns that release. You'll earn it... if I decide you're worthy. Now. Obey.
