Two Peas in a Pod

Elise Graves grins like the cat that got the cream. She's locked inside a double vac sack with J, and there's nothing gentle about it. Thick rubber crushes every inch of them, forcing their bodies together until they can't tell where one ends and the other begins. The vacuum seals tight. Air flees. Rubber snaps hard against skin. J's cock presses heavy between them, big, hard, impossible to ignore. Elise's black hair sticks to her forehead. Her wrists and ankles are already bound, useless, the bondage turning every twitch into a jolt of heat. She never stops smiling. The rubber molds tighter, pushing her chest to his, his breath on her lips, every curve and muscle mashed together under that glossy black second skin. She rides the edge between panic and pleasure while the vac sack steals every bit of space they have left. One breath at a time, the world shrinks until nothing exists except rubber, heat, and the weight of him against her.