Elise stands in the center of the cozy living room, snow dumping thick outside the tall window. The big plush couch waits off to the side, soft shadows dancing across it from the roaring fireplace. Golden light hits every slick inch of her black latex teddy, the material so tight it looks poured over her thin frame. It squeezes her narrow waist, grips her hips, stretches hard over the massive swell of her chest. That deep cutout frames her tits like they’re on fucking display, heavy and round, nipples stiff against the glossy edge.
She turns slow, letting the firelight slide down the latex, making it gleam like wet oil. Her hands start low, fingers tracing the outsides of her thighs, then drifting up, palms smoothing over her hips, pressing in so the material creaks loud.
“You know what this does to me,” she says, voice thick and low. “This tight black latex hugging every fucking curve. Feels so good stretched over my skin, especially right here.” Her hands slide up, cupping the heavy undersides of her tits, lifting them slow, letting the weight bounce back into the cutout. “These big tits of mine… so full they push against this thing constantly. Every breath makes them strain harder for you.”
She steps toward the window, hips rolling deep with each stride, latex squeaking filthy with the motion. Snowflakes melt on the glass as she gets close, arches her back, pushes her chest forward so the cutout displays those massive breasts even better. Hands glide up her sides, thumbs brushing the edges of the cutout, teasing the line where shiny black meets soft skin.
“Look how they sit for you,” she murmurs. “Heavy, round, ready to be stared at all night. I love knowing you’re watching, cock throbbing while I show off like this.”
She turns sideways, profile cutting sharp against the glow, giving the full exaggerated sweep from slim waist to that impossible chest. One arm lifts high behind her neck, tits rising slow with each inhale, latex shining wet.
She sinks to her knees in front of the fire, thighs spreading just enough to make the teddy pull taut. She rocks forward onto her palms, then back, ass lifting, chest swaying heavy beneath her. The latex creaks rhythmic, dirty soundtrack mixing with the crackle of logs.
Hands roam up again, fingers splaying wide over her tits, squeezing them together until the cutout strains. She presses hard, lifts, lets them drop with a soft jiggle that makes the material ripple.
“Fuck, this feels incredible,” she says, eyes half lidded. “Squeezing these big tits for you, feeling how full they are inside this tight latex. Knowing how bad you want to watch me keep going.”
She rises slow, turns so her back faces us, hands sliding down her sides, over her hips, then back up. Thumbs brush the undersides of her breasts from behind, lifting them high, letting them settle with a bounce.
Then she moves to the big couch, sinking down onto it sideways, one leg draped over the arm, hips angled so the latex stretches even tighter. She leans back, arching, hands cupping her chest again, fingers tracing the glossy edges, squeezing her tits together slow and deliberate.
“See how this teddy clings?” she whispers, voice dropping to pure sin. “No room to breathe down there, just tight shiny black hugging everything. But up here… these tits are loving the attention. So heavy, so ready to be shown off.”
She rocks her hips against the couch cushion, slow grind that makes the latex squeak louder, hands never leaving her chest, lifting, squeezing, letting them bounce.
“You’re getting so fucking hard watching this,” she says, eyes locked straight ahead. “I can feel it. Every roll of my body, every time these tits move for you, every creak of this latex. And I love being the reason you’re throbbing.”
She pushes up from the couch, standing again, stepping closer, hips swaying deep. Hands slide down to her waist, then back up, cupping her breasts, pressing them together until they threaten to overflow the cutout without ever doing it.
“Keep staring,” she says, leaning in, voice dripping heat. “Watch me tease you with these big tits, this tight latex, this slow grind. I love being your filthy little show. And I’m not stopping until you’ve seen every fucking inch of what this body can do in this teddy.”
She rocks slow one last time, hands squeezing her chest, tits bouncing heavy in the glossy frame, firelight dancing across the shine.
“All yours to watch, baby. Every second.”
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