Open latex bodysuit and spiked collar I'm molded in a black latex bodysuit, glistening like petroleum, clinging to my matte skin, hugging my wide hips and bulging ass, the heat of the latex making me sweat like a sow, drops dripping down the back of my neck. Strategic openings expose my big, heavy tits, my hard pink nipples, still marked by imaginary clamps, pointing proudly, and my crotch, where my gaping anus, pink, glistening, pulsates like a whore's mouth, the pale pink interior glistening, wet, and my pussy, thick lips, soaked, wet dripping, my clit swollen, red, erect, ready to be tested by buyers. My fleshy, glistening thighs glisten, sheathed in black fishnet stockings, hooked to a latex garter belt. Black latex boots, rising to mid-calf, with ten-centimeter heels, clatter to the floor, my calves tense, my thighs trembling like a slut on sale. My sleek black hair cascades over my shoulders, strands glued together by sweat, brushing my tits, tickling my burning skin. A black leather collar with metal spikes clasps my neck, a ring ready for a leash, and my luscious lips, painted red, moan, "Buy your slave, " ready to obey all orders.