Latex whores

Mary Janine and Anastasia Pierce had the look of girls caught leaving a kink-slick scene. Glossed to a knife's edge, their latex hugged the swell of every curve like it had been sprayed on and then peeled back to leave them half-dressed. Mary stood a little taller—hem of her crimson corset stopping just below the fat undercurve of her tits, nipples pressing out in hard peaks. Black latex pants clung to her thighs and opened along the sides in glistening cutouts, crotch split to expose the neat line of her labia, already puffy. Anastasia wore less; a bustier of cobalt blue so tight it forced her breasts up like ripe fruit, hips snagged by tiny latex garter straps that framed a bare mound shaved smooth. Their hair—Mary's finger-wave redhead style, Anastasia's Cleopatra-black fringe—framed lipsticked mouths slick with the same color their suits glistened. The scent was vinyl, sweat, and sex drying on their skin.