Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/106/en

The latex that washed over his groin was tight. It clung to him and pushed at him and swallowed up his shaft mid-stroke, still on the verge of an orgasm that refused to come. He kept rubbing, but the shaft was slipping out of his hands. It retreated back into a smooth and featureless crotch, defined only by the gentle bulge of pubic muscle. He...she pressed her fingers into it and the flesh spread open, pulling back at a tiny seam too small to see, revealing a damp and featureless vulva.