Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in fetichisme du latex. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “fetichisme du latex” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “fetichisme du latex, yes, fetichisme du latex” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “fetichisme du latex” ecstasy.