Waking up to that thick scent of rubber, your very own senses betray you… you find yourself stuck... bound to the ground staring away blankly at the hypnotic spirals of your hidden oppressor…you can feel with each second that passes that encroaching rubber just squeezing your crotch and lower half…slowly coating more and more of your body in such a methodically slow yet unavoidable rate….
you can feel that latex goo wrapping your cock into a tight, thick, throbbing nulge, always keeping you on edge… slowly taking you for everything you're worth...
And there’s nothing you can do about it but to embrace… to moan… to hump…to thrust…
to give in…
and stare into the light…
Good Drone...
Birthday gift for Vonduran