Trapped in my white latex hands

You lie there, empty and untouched, because she never does. But me? I’m wearing my white latex gloves today—tight, shiny, ready. Every movement of my fingers is aimed at what you’re missing. You feel the pressure, the gliding, the play of my hands as they slowly take over your cock. No sweet words, no mercy. Just controlled desire, wrapped in latex. I’ll pull out everything inside you, and you’ll remember how it felt to be milked dry by these very hands. At the end, you’ll squirt, trembling, onto my sweaty latex hands… because she’s never managed to empty you like I did.