Dress up

Thinking over your next steps, you took a mask that was still a little wet. You felt a little disgusted at the thought that someone was wearing it and it was covered with female juices. But the sharp tingling in your crotch turned your thoughts a little and you started pulling it over your head. You've never worn or felt anything like this before, except when you put on tights, but this feeling was completely different. It was so intoxicating and smooth.

At this time, Kate, rubbing her pussy, got up and began rummaging in the closet. She took out another sexy underwear. Lace black panties and bra. And she started wearing them enjoying the fact that she literally stole your life, and she can wear your clothes.

You have already smoothed the edges of the mask over your neck. Because of the dried juices on the mask, it was difficult to breathe, and your vision was a little blurred. You took a black zentai, and rolling up it as tights, you began to immerse your feet there.

"Aaaaaah... damn, I'm going to cum just from touching"

The feeling really was as if you were wearing black winter tights, but it was not hot in them, but quite comfortable. You wagged your toes and saw how the material stretched. Smiling, you pulled the suit up to your hips and you felt how the crotch of the suit was still a little wet.

"Oooooooooh fuck..."

You couldn't stand it and touched your pussy through the zentai suit and experienced a small orgasm, but enough to make you lose your balance.

"Are you enjoying the zentai of the Organization?" - Kate came up holding you.

"Yeah... they were definitely developed by some fetishist... and they are very... comfortable" - she rubbed you a little from below, which made you a little warped. You ran away from Kate, and after catching your breath, you started putting on the rest of the zentai.

The gloves of the zentai very gently and precisely enveloped your fingers. There was no feeling of stiffness, as if it was created especially for you. You pulled the rest of the zentai up to your neck, covering your chest. The collar of the zentai suit snapped shut under your chin. You stroked your face, then your neck, enjoying your imprisonment in this unearthly material. Your caresses were interrupted by the opening of the front door.

"Damn, he's already here!" - you shouted.

You quickly took the chloroform from the case, closed the case and threw it into the closet and quickly hid in the closet yourself. Your heart was pounding because you haven't figured out what you're going to do next.