Drea reached for the zip's tab, guiding the teardrop shape down between her legs. She shuddered as the cold, rigid material slid against her clit, then found herself rocking her hips against the latex tightening around her pussy. Her fingers slipped a few times, but she successfully led the tab between her butt cheeks and up to the back of her waist. She felt the latex settle, pulling tightly into the crack of her ass of its own accord. She reached behind awkwardly and pulled the shape up her back, moaning softly as the latex creaked tighter and tighter around her torso.

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So I went out and bought myself a new sketch book, and a set of pencils! Unfortunately I forgot to pick up erasers/sharpeners. #genius.

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