Fight to stay conscious (lz)

Luna felt her eyes defocus, but willed herself to stay conscious. Her fight for lucidity had her subconsciously bucking her hips away from the toy, but it did nothing to give her relief. The toy seemed to grow more and more insistent as the suit shrank.

As the rubber tightened mercilessly around her, there was no melding of suit and skin. There was not joining of two bodies. Luna struggled against sensory overload - there was no relief from the suit's sensations across every inch of her skin. She could feel the rubber inside her throat and mouth, preventing them from drying out.

Luna's breath came in heavy gasps. With each exhalation, she flattened out her stomach, struggling to feel the suit pull away from her belly... some semblance of relief from the incessant ****.

But even that was denied - there simply was no air between the suit and her skin to release the vacuum seal it had on her.

Luna arched her back in another intense climax - her body twitched on the ground of the mansion. There was no howl this time - she was unable to muster the strength to do so.