Latex Nun Part2 (Patreon)

The latex nun stepped slowly toward the locker. The sound of rubber scraping against the cracked tile floor echoed in a steady rhythm. Her black-gloved hand reached for the handle and yanked it open with force.

Clang!

The rusted metal door swung wide. Dim light from the corridor spilled into the cramped darkness. The blue-haired young man hidden inside stared with eyes wide in pure terror. His body was tightly compressed in the narrow space, heart pounding so hard it felt ready to burst.She said nothing. She simply leaned in until the solid black gas mask almost touched his face. The two large round lenses reflected his image with cold, emotionless clarity. Her latex-covered chest pressed close enough for him to smell the sharp scent of rubber mixed with the hot air hissing from the exhalation valve.Her gloved hand slid slowly down his body and tugged his jeans lower without caring about his struggles.

Through the lenses of her mask, she clearly saw the lower part of his body exposed—tan skin and the tight folds strained by tension and the reaction that had not yet faded.The young man trembled. Cold sweat ran down his face. His eyes were wide with a mixture of extreme fear and deep shame. He clenched his teeth, trying to speak, but no sound came out.The latex nun slowly pulled back a little, then raised a gloved finger and gently touched the central valve of her gas mask. The gesture was unmistakable: “Be quiet.”She stood still, staring at him without looking away. Even the breath hissing from the filter remained steady.

The silence in the abandoned corridor grew heavier. The young man remained crouched inside the locker, body rigid with fear, while the dark lenses continued to lock onto him without blinking.Then, without removing the mask, the latex nun pushed his body deeper into the locker, forcing him to stand pressed against the rusted green metal wall. She leaned in until the black mask nearly covered his face. Hot vapor from the filter puffed against his cheek in thin white clouds. The mixed scent of rubber and metal made it hard to breathe.Her latex-gloved hand stroked from his cheek down along his neck, then pressed lightly beside his ear, as if checking the temperature of his skin. The young man shook. His face flushed deep red. Sweat soaked his blue hair until it clung to his forehead. His eyes stayed wide, staring at the two black circular lenses that distorted his own reflection. He tried to push her away, but his arms were pinned against the wall.She pressed her entire latex-covered body tightly against him. Her firm, shiny chest and hips deliberately rubbed against him. One hand continued to hold his face while the other slid downward slowly. The black rubber-covered fingers slipped under the half-lowered waistband of his jeans and firmly grasped his already hard, burning-hot cock.The young man jolted. His body twitched lightly. His breath caught. He looked down and saw the gloved hand squeezing and stroking him with deliberate intent. His cock was pulled completely free. The pinkish skin was caressed by the cool latex fingers, producing soft friction sounds mixed with his rapid, ragged breathing.The mask continued to stare at his face without blinking. White vapor puffed from the valve in rhythm with the movement of her hand. She was not rushed, yet not gentle either. The rubber-covered fingers stroked up to the head, squeezed lightly, then slid down slowly, as if testing his reaction.He clenched his teeth. His back pressed hard against the locker. His legs weakened. Both hands clenched tightly at his sides, not knowing what to do. Fear was still present, but the heat surging from below was stronger than he could control. The latex nun tilted her head slightly, as if observing, then increased the pace of her hand a little more.While her hand continued to stroke his cock steadily, her own body began to tremble faintly. Suddenly the green light embedded between her legs flashed brightly again.Beep—A short synthetic sound came from beneath the latex suit. Her entire body jerked violently. The hand gripping his cock paused for a moment.

Her rubber-covered chest heaved hard up and down. Hot breath blasted from the mask’s valve in thick white clouds.She leaned down slightly. Her free hand rested on her lower abdomen. The gloved fingers moved to the specially designed slit of the bodysuit and began to pull. A long, purple, textured silicone dildo was slowly drawn out from the red latex opening of her suit. It was soaked and dripping with thick clear fluid.Every time the dildo slid out another segment, her body convulsed in intermittent spasms. Her hips jerked rapidly. Both legs trembled. Her waist arched slightly backward. A muffled moan echoed from beneath the mask as she pulled the shaft almost completely free. The rough surface dragged against the inner latex walls, forcing her to pause and spasm several more times.Clear fluid ran down her shiny black latex thighs and dripped onto the floor in small puddles. At last the dildo came free completely and fell onto the locker floor, still trembling and wet, the green light continuing to blink faintly.The latex nun stood there, her body still twitching at intervals, breathing heavily through the mask.

One hand kept a firm grip on the young man’s hot cock, stroking slowly until the head was slick. With the other hand she pulled the slit of the latex suit open a little wider, revealing the bright red, glossy latex opening that was designed as an integral part of the bodysuit. No real skin was visible at all.The red latex orifice continued to clench and spasm at intervals from the residual aftershocks of removing the dildo. Clear fluid trickled down the red rubber surface and along her black latex thighs.She pulled the young man forward so that her solid black mask nearly covered his face. Hot vapor puffed against his skin in white clouds. The intense smell of rubber made his head swim. Then she spread his legs with her knees and slowly lowered her hips, pressing her tightly latex-covered crotch against his hard cock.The head of his cock was positioned against the still-wet, twitching red latex opening. A muffled moan came from beneath the mask as she slowly pressed downward. The tightly designed red latex channel swallowed his cock inch by inch. The smooth, elastic inner rubber walls gripped him firmly, as if refusing to let go.Every time she lowered herself a little further, her body trembled and convulsed in intermittent spasms, causing the red latex to squeeze him in irregular pulses. Finally her hips pressed flush against his thighs. His cock was buried to the base inside the red latex orifice.The latex nun held him tightly. Her black rubber-covered arms wrapped around his back. The mask pressed close against his shoulder and neck. Her breathing came in heavy, uneven bursts through the valve. Then she began to move her hips slowly up and down.Each time she pressed down fully, her body convulsed more strongly at intervals, making the red latex channel clamp around his cock in intense, rhythmic pulses. The sound of rubber scraping mixed with wet, squelching noises echoed through the silence of the abandoned hospital corridor.The young man trembled. His hands gripped tightly at her latex-covered waist. His face was flushed deep red. He could barely breathe from the combination of lingering fear and the overwhelming pleasure surging upward beyond his control. She continued moving without stopping, her body still spasming at intervals, as if trapped in the lingering trance from the dildo she had only just removed…

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