Super happy with this one. Original caption is here
“Tell me how it feels!” His lips demanded. Dominic tried to ignore it but Sage was not about to relent. “You know what I want. Describe it for me. I want to know how that pink latex dress feels wrapped around our perky little tits.” Dominic tried to force the glossy red lips closed but they disobeyed him. “Tell me,” they sneered, “or we will go suck off that nice young photographer over there and you can tell me how it tastes instead.”
Six years had passed since Dominic had found a female bodysuit while sorting through the belongings of one of his former models who had recently died of an overdose. Thoughts of easy money had flooded his mind as he slipped the hyper-realistic synthetic material over his body. By the time he discovered that the bodysuit had been possessed by the spirit of Sage, the deceased model, it was far too late. She had already decided to take this unexpected opportunity to experience everything she had missed out on in her short life – and get a little revenge on the man responsible for pushing the fateful pills on her in the first place.
Unfortunately for Sage, things didn't go quite to plan either. Despite being able to fully control the suit with Dominic as its helpless passenger, she quickly realised that her she was without the senses of touch, taste and smell that would make her desired experiences worthwhile. Not to be put off, she pushed forward with them anyway, commanding that Dominic describe everything that she missed out on in vivid detail.
“It's tight,” Dominic groaned, “and hot...so hot. And when I...you...we put it on it rubbed horribly. I think we have burns on our ass. We should have used lubricant.” Through the fur-lined sunglasses he was wearing he saw the photographer tutting at him for continuously moving his mouth while he was supposed to be having pictures taken.
“It's always the lube with you isn't it?” Sage scoffed having retaken control of their mouth. “You said the exact same thing about that night we spent with Tyson. Only, if I remember correctly, it was him describing us as 'hot'...'tight' too actually. Oh, bless...I can feel you trying to shudder. You shuddered plenty that night too.”
“Can we not!” Dominic tried to scream. “I described the fucking dress already. Just leave me alone.” The photographer was scowling now, clearly annoyed as he searched his bag for a fresh memory card.
“Well, now you've done it.” Sage sighed. “Now were definitely going to have to suck him off. Just don't bitch about it this time. It's not not my fault I can't feel the back of your throat!”
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