She Warms To It Quickley

"Come down." You call up the stairs. The anticipation is chewing you to the bone. "Seeing you in them was the whole reason I bought them!" Nothing. You're met with silence.

"Please?" You try. That appeal works. You see movement at the top of the stairs. She's moving awkwardly, crossing her arms over her chest to shield herself from your judgement. It's impossible to read if the bright blush covering her freckled cheeks is embarrassment or arousal. Then she steps into the light.

Your jaw drops. Her toned body is perfectly accentuated by the latex. the bra holds up her perfectly sized breasts, but captures perfectly their round perfection. The boishorts accentuate her pubis, drawing your eyes like a straight line to her mound. It's everything you ever wanted. At this moment she's everything you ever wanted. And it's all thanks to Slave4U. Her eyes nervously trail the ground, and she walks up to your front closet so she can see herself on the closet's door. This also gives you a view of the perfect curves off her ass underneath the latex.

"I look silly don't I?" She asks, sighing. She's making different poses into the mirror.

"You don't look silly at all, Babe." You approach her from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist. She rests her hands on your arms and turns her head to you. You look into her eyes. "You look hot."

"You like it?" A small smile breaks through her frown. "Really?"

You lean forward, planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Her eyes close, and she leans into it. Your left hand brushes along the waistline of the boishorts, taking in the smooth feeling of the latex.

"Really." You say as the kiss breaks.

"I've never seen you look so sexy." You direct her gaze back into the mirror. Her hips tilt and her legs spread. You know all the signs. She's getting wet. "I don't think I could see you wear something like that and not want to fuck you."

"I guess, I do look good in it..." She admits. Her fingers brush over the material. "It's so revealing. I almost feel naked."

"You look better then naked." You whisper in a growl into her ear. "You look so fuckable."

"I like how it feels. On my skin." She says. Her voice has risen to nearly a moan.

"It's smooth isn't it?"

"Yeah..." Her other hand joins, fondling her breast and inner thigh through the material. Even inches away, your hand feels the warmth radiating from her pussy. Emma's need.

"It's sexy." You tell her. That you say so helps make it true. This time all she can reply with is a moan. She's falling in deep. Now it's time to push it one step further.

"We still have that reservation." You remind her. Your words are a devilish growl. "But, we don't have to go. Let's move this modeling session to the bedroom..."