Cruel Cocoon

Arabelle struts in, all gloss and menace, your cock twitching at the sight. She plants a heel on your bare chest like she owns the place, then drags her latex-covered ass across your skin, slow and slick. Every inch she slides over you leaves you aching and wet, close enough to feel the heat but nowhere near enough. Then she shoves those shining boots in your face and orders you to lick. You taste rubber and sweat while your tongue works, desperate for anything she’ll give. When she’s bored of your tongue she unzips a thick plastic sheath and forces you inside, wrapping and sealing until you can barely move. She pats the cocoon once, almost affectionate, then leaves you there, hard, sealed, and completely useless.