Latex Dominatrix has born....

In fact, Stan could believe his luck. That gorgeous MILF (the man was sure that even under her latex extremely clingy attire, aggressive, dark make up and sculptural figure, that middle aged sensual woman had a few children waiting for her at home.....and, in fact, he wanted to fuck her for good.

Grabbing hard her waist, Stan´s feelings were a mix of fear, excitation and arousal, while, behind that latex babe, they were crossing the streets at high speed, riding "The black Stallion", the best bike Stan was selling.

"I want to ride it....".-That black haired goddess of latex had asked for a few minutes ago....in fact, it had been a command from her...or perhaps it had been a desire that the woman would make in spite of Stan´s opinion.

"Of...of course....you...you can....".-The man had stuttered clumsily as the woman was already riding the bike, smiling him with a erotic grim on her eyes. Without any doubt, feeling as a painful erection was growing under his briefs, Stan sat behind her, closer and closer, kneading her covered in latex waist and abs.

It had been minutes ago. Then suddenly, the woman turned to a no traffic alley, and, far of the main avenue and pedestrians, she stopped the vehicle.

"It is really....amazing....".-Jen told him with overwhelming sensual voice.

"Re...really amazing....".-Stan muttered, unable to refrain his arousal. His hands slid up along Jen´s latex sides till her large breast.-"...as you.....".-He added, kneading them eagerly among his fingers.

Jen´s grim changed abruptly from arousal to rage.-"How you dare, scum????".-Latex Dominatrix roared with silky voice, while her gloved hands grabbed Stan´s wrists, pulling them far of her orbs of flesh.

"AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!".-Stan screeched, feeling as Jen´s long fingers were squeezing his hands, breaking his bones as a dry stick.

"I...AM...NOT...A SEXUAL...TOY.....".-Jen whispered him in primal, pure hate, throwing him out of the bike easily as a feather.

Stan, stunned and aching, landed hard on a pile of garbage bags, ten yards away of Latex Dominatrix...with his wrists broken and a grim of pure fear on his eyes, while the dark woman was staring her with an cruel, lethal look of scorn on her eyes. Paralyzed, stunned, Stan remained where he had landed, mesmeric by the glace of that incredibly sexy, powerful and cruel MILF. His mouth was opened in a large "o" of surprise and incredulity.-"This woman could be real!!! This is a nightmare!!!".

Then, a crooked, cruel smile appeared on Jen´s smile."Unfortunately for you, scum....this is not a nightmare....".-The dressed in latex villainess told him as reading his mind.-"...so, you´d better run....run as hell.....".-She added......"[RUN][RUN]....".-Latex Dominatrix commanded him with her mental powers.
In a blink of an eye, Stan stood on his feet and, despite of the pain that was scorching his arms, he run in panic to the avenue, far of such a monster dressed in black latex....and he run and run and run till a truck stopped him....definitely.

Jen could hear the screams of panic and shock that came from the avenue. A smile of rejoice and morbid satisfaction crossed her lips. After all, that scum was dead but she hadn´t killed him!!!!
Them, from a close window, Jen could hear a song...a song that she had heard in decades. Which was that!!! Yeah!!! It called "Angel of the city"!!! She had heard it for first time in "Cobra"!!!!. The woman could remember that movie. While her friends were talking about how could be fucking with Sylvester Stallone, the young Jen felt arousal at the view of Brigitte Nielsen. For first time, she realized that she was "different".

"Angel of the city? No way. It seems funnier being the demon of the city!!!".-Latex Dominatrix thought to herself, leaving the alley behind her....forgetting the man that she had just killed her...wondering what to do next to fulfill her most inner, concealed during too much time, dark desires....desires that the weak, coward Jen Caldwell had never able to enjoy.