Rubber Gooner

Like a beacon to your own doom, the shine of bright lights on latex call out to you and lures you away from the world. Tight around My body, dripping with lube to shine it, and your head full of its irresistible rippling sounds.

What about it makes you pump your cock so hard for hour after hour, gooner? Do you want Me in it, or do you wish -you- were Me in it? Maybe it’s even both, but none of it matters. You pump your braincells to rot instead, unable to stop.

Watch as I get extra shiny, purring to tempt you to worship Me in My rubber perfection. Zip those pants down and give in — the view alone is too much to resist.