My latex-clad hands wrapped around you, stroking slowly, teasingly, deliberately. I know you swoon when you see me in long shiny rubber opera gloves. They’re smooth, tight, and combined with a little lube the sensation of them gliding up and down your cock is almost unbearably arousing. I control the pace. Your pleasure is completely in my hands, and I’m going to decide exactly how much you get. I want to start off slow, and build the intensity. You’re going to follow along, and be at my mercy.
