Sucked Down and Fucked Up

I slipped into a corset and stockings. Nothing underneath. Then I zipped my man into a full rubber suit, head to toe, and slid him flat inside the vacuum bed. He wore a heavy gas mask so the only thing he could feel was rubber. We both got hot the second the pump kicked on and the latex sealed tight around every inch. His cock pushed up through a hole cut in the sheeting, so I fixed a long black hose to the mask and told him I owned his air. One breath at a time. When the vacuum hit full, I climbed on, straddled that single exposed piece of flesh, and rode him like he was mine to use. Every bounce pulled a fresh moan through the hose. I ground down, twisted my hips, chased the edge until I came hard, once, twice, again. He stayed sealed in rubber, helpless, while my cunt pulsed and dripped all over him. His only job was to stay hard. Mine was to come until my legs shook. The more I treated him like a toy, the harder I shook, the wetter I got. Nothing else in the room mattered except rubber, breath, and the raw, dripping heat between us.