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Wednesday, 19 February 2020

Transported, a Video fantasy

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Hi Everyone,
   Here is a little treat, I have the full HD version of this clip and it has inspired a million fantasies and ideas, One of which I have swiftly put down here.
  I have no doubt it will do the same for you, my naughty friends.
  Full credit for this must be made to Reflective Desires, who create some amazing and strange videos of HD latex, complete with amazing audio.
   Below the video is the link to the site and I suggest it is purchased direct from them.
   Biggest Hugs
XX
Andy

Ps I hope everyone can see it, because ,due to size, I was unable directly upload onto the blog.
But just follow the link above if it doesn't
Which it now won’t because YouTube have suspended my channel, Like I care, whatever, I got bigger things to worry about than that. Zzzzzzzzz
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Transported
From where she lay, she could see the gleaming black figure reflected in the ceiling above her. Utterly featureless, yet perfectly feminine, it writhed slow and helpless within its seamless, glistening cocoon. 
   Perfectly defined in furious and explicit detail by the ever-shrinking film of liquid black, the vision of this pitiful, feminine figure sickened her to her stomach, for she knew this creature’s origin. 
   She knew from whence the creature came and how she was created, she even knew her name, because from where she lay, in her bonds and chains, Emma Delevigne had watched, in helpless terror, her best friend slowly cocooned, enveloped, smothered and encased. 
   She had witnessed her terror and confusion, heard her screams and pleas of panic and fear, stared helplessly into her pale blue, tear reddened eyes as they had vanished beneath the seething tide of glistening Rubber as it oh so slowly stretched, spread, enfolded and flowed over her.
  In the heart of the silent star ship, Emma Delevigne, her naked body wet with sweat and tears, panted in a desperate uncontrolled fear. For she knew she had witnessed more than just her friends fate, she had witnessed her own and as the first drip drip drips of liquid latex spread across her warm and tanned skin, she too screamed into the inky darkness