Latex lovers

She stood before us in a blazing red latex coat that clung to her curves like paint. Black stockings framed her thighs, the lace-up girdle cinched tight around her waist. Beneath it all, nipple clamps bit into tender flesh, a silent promise of what waited underneath. One flick of her wrist peeled the coat open. There she was—completely shaved, the smooth, glistening lips of her cunt displayed without shame. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and let us drink her in, jet-black hair falling around her shoulders as the air thickened around us.