Lola Noir – Rubber Maid used by her Master

The day begins like any other: I’m quietly tending to my rubber maid duties, my curves sealed beneath glossy black latex, every movement precise and obedient. But when my Master enters the kitchen, cleaning is no longer the priority. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t need to. A silent command turns into gloved caresses, sealed in latex kisses, and the slow unraveling of my real purpose. He lifts me onto the kitchen table, buries his face between my legs, and tastes my pussy. But he’s not done. With calculated cruelty, he brings out the magic wand. My body shakes, helpless under the relentless stimulation, held down by pleasure and protocol. I tremble. I moan. I cum, but only because he allows it. And once I’m used to his satisfaction, back to cleaning.