Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/103/en

Latex tugged itself up around his thighs and inched over his torso, continuing its gradual spread while he rubbed faster and groped and stroked and rubbed his breasts and tweaked his nipples until his heart was pounding and his cheeks were flushed and he sucked down big breaths of hookah smoke. He needed this now, needed it to relieve the pressure in his head and all the way down to the pit of his stomach. His rubber heels squeaked against the floor.