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You call me your Golden Goddess, and today, I decide to own it. Wrapped in nothing but a sheer, see-through yellow latex catsuit, I step into the daylight knowing damn well that you’ll see everything. My nipples, hard and aching, poke through the rubber like they’re begging to be sucked. And between my thighs? Oh baby… that wet, hungry cameltoe is on full display—so defined, it practically winks at you.

I stretch out by the pool, my curves shimmering, every inch of latex clinging to my slick skin. I arch my back, spread my legs just enough, and let you fantasize about what’s pressing against that tight rubber. The suit grips me like a lover, but you and I both know it’s only a matter of time before I give you the real show.

Then I turn around.

And there it is. Full moon. In broad, unforgiving, glorious daylight. My ass is round, firm, and framed so perfectly in that glossy latex, it should come with a warning. I wiggle. I bend. I give you everything. Every cheek, every curve, every filthy little bounce.

And then I unzip.

Slow. Teasing. Cruel. The latex peels off with a slick, wet sound, dragging over my breasts, down my stomach, until the air kisses my naked skin. I strip completely, spreading myself out in the sun like the sin-drenched goddess you dream of. I don’t hide. I offer myself. Every inch of me is a filthy invitation.

So tell me, lover boy… where did you lose control? Was it the latex-strangled cameltoe? The daylight booty worship? Or the moment your goddess bared it all and made you hers?

I know what you’re thinking. And yes—I want you to think it.

Bianca ❤️

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