She does

Taylor felt her heart racing as she silently made her decision. Hoping that the cabin's owners would not notice it missing, Taylor slowly fed her legs over the two holes of the panties and then pulled it until she felt the rubber cupping her womanhood. She took a moment to revel in the tightness once she finished putting it on. Then, it was the bra. That delicious feeling of having a second skin also blessed her breasts, with particular stimulation on her rock-hard nipples. A gasp left her lips, forgetting for a moment about the origins of the heavenly lingerie.

Once the haze of pleasure was gone, Taylor stepped towards the mirror, gasping at the way the rubber stimulated that sensitive spot between her legs. She had to breathe deeply again when she saw her reflection on the mirror, red-faced and sweating, Taylor couldn't say if she looked like a model showing off an undoubtedly expensive product, or a whore marketing herself as sexily as possible.

The singer explored her body with her hands, almost as if for the first time. She passed through her long legs, flat stomach, modest chest and between her legs, gasping once again as the latex panties dug into her flower. But she did not stop. Again and again, with increasing daringness, she passed her fingers across it, tugging it harder every time until her legs started shaking and the cold of the outside was forgotten by how hot her body was becoming. By now, she almost didn't care about the origins of the mysterious clothes, only thinking about how much joy they were currently bringing her.

Letting go of her inhibitions, Taylor sped back to her bed and fell on her back, eagerly crawling back to the center and spreading her legs open. A hand teased the latex atop her clit, while her other hand cupped at her breast. A throaty moan escaped her lips. For a moment she thought of stopping, believing somebody would be watching her.

No. Nobody was around. That's why she'd agreed to come here.

Abandoning all dignity, Taylor rubbed herself again and again, harder with each passing moment and her moans got louder as well. Fingers went underneath the lingerie to stimulate it directly, but good as they were, it was better when it was the latex touching her. If only the lingerie had included some gloves, then everything would be better. Beggars can't be choosers, though, and what she had was more than enough to stimulate herself like she had never done so. The pressure between her legs got closer, and closer. Her fingers were a blur, deperately trying to finish herself off.

Once the climax was reached, Taylor's mind went blank. Pleasure the likes of which she hadn't thought possible rocked her body with pure bliss. It was fortunate that the cabin was so isolated from the world, because her scream could have woken up an entire neighboorhood. As wave after wave of wonderful sensations flowed through her being, until she ended up a blubbering, moaning, twitching mess, unable and unwilling to move for what felt like hours.

The only thing she could do with her shaky hands was pull over the sheets just as she fell into the deepest sleep she'd had in years.