You’re obsessed with the way my latex catsuit hugs every inch of my body and glistens in the light. Your cock twitches to attention as my hips sway in front of your face, drifting closer, but just out of reach. You want to stroke so badly, but know there will be a price to pay. An orgasm means you must eat your cum for Mistress. Can you handle it? My soft voice whispering in your ear, encouraging you to pump your throbbing cock. Today is the day you eat your own filth.
