Dressed in my black shiny Hunter boots, sleek PVC leotard, and tight gloves, I get myself ready for Oscar’s cock. The moment it’s in front of me, he doesn’t hold back—thrusting deep into my throat, making me spit and splutter all over myself. Drool pours from my lips as I moan in pleasure, gripping his thick shaft with my gloved hands, stroking and teasing him, desperate to please. The mess gets filthier with every second, spit dripping everywhere, coating my face, my gloves, and the floor beneath me. When he finally explodes all over my face, I don’t stop there—slipping my feet into the wellies beneath me, letting all that spit soak inside as I slide my toes in deep.