Latex Medical Play: Latina in restraints, Gagged And Bought To Orgasm
The examination room was stark and clinical, its walls a sterile white, illuminated by the harsh glow of fluorescent lights. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant, a scent that clung to the space like a promise of cleanliness. In the center of the room stood a hospital bed, its blue sheets taut and unyielding. Latina stepped through the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest. She was no stranger to medical procedures, but there was something about this room, about the way Nurse Ivory and Dr. Tatman stood waiting for her, that made her nerves flutter like trapped birds.
Nurse Ivory was a vision in tight latex, her outfit hugging every curve of her body like a second skin. The material gleamed under the lights, a stark contrast to the room’s otherwise dull decor. Her expression was neutral, professional, but there was a glint in her eyes that Latina couldn’t quite decipher. Beside her stood Dr. Tatman, his demeanor calm and collected. Latina felt a shiver run down her spine as their gazes met hers.
Please, have a seat,” Nurse Ivory said, her voice smooth and commanding. Latina obeyed, climbing onto the bed and lying back. The sheets were cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth pooling in her stomach. Before she could fully settle, Nurse Ivory and Dr. Tatman moved with practiced efficiency, securing her wrists and ankles with soft but unyielding cuffs. The restraints were gentle, but Latina felt the weight of their purpose. She was no longer in control.
“Everything is going to be just fine,” Dr. Tatman assured her, his tone soothing. Latina nodded, though her throat felt dry. She watched as Nurse Ivory produced a pair of scissors from a tray of instruments. The nurse’s movements were deliberate, almost ritualistic, as she leaned over Latina and began to cut away her panties. The fabric parted with a soft snip, exposing Latina’s most intimate area to the cool air. Her breath hitched as she felt the vulnerability of her position.
Nurse Ivory’s gloved ha...
Nurse Ivory was a vision in tight latex, her outfit hugging every curve of her body like a second skin. The material gleamed under the lights, a stark contrast to the room’s otherwise dull decor. Her expression was neutral, professional, but there was a glint in her eyes that Latina couldn’t quite decipher. Beside her stood Dr. Tatman, his demeanor calm and collected. Latina felt a shiver run down her spine as their gazes met hers.
Please, have a seat,” Nurse Ivory said, her voice smooth and commanding. Latina obeyed, climbing onto the bed and lying back. The sheets were cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth pooling in her stomach. Before she could fully settle, Nurse Ivory and Dr. Tatman moved with practiced efficiency, securing her wrists and ankles with soft but unyielding cuffs. The restraints were gentle, but Latina felt the weight of their purpose. She was no longer in control.
“Everything is going to be just fine,” Dr. Tatman assured her, his tone soothing. Latina nodded, though her throat felt dry. She watched as Nurse Ivory produced a pair of scissors from a tray of instruments. The nurse’s movements were deliberate, almost ritualistic, as she leaned over Latina and began to cut away her panties. The fabric parted with a soft snip, exposing Latina’s most intimate area to the cool air. Her breath hitched as she felt the vulnerability of her position.
Nurse Ivory’s gloved ha...
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