Lina had never considered her sister's boyfriend's best friend, Henrik, as anything more than an occasional party acquaintance. At thirty, with her striking resemblance to a certain OnlyFans star, she arrived at his New Year's Eve pre-party expecting the usual crowd chaos before clubbing. Henrik, thirty-five and radiating effortless confidence, greeted her with a sharp grin. "Lina, finally gracing my humble lair. O's girl said you'd be late—something about perfecting that look?" She smirked back, unfazed. "And you, Henrik, still playing host like it's your personal stage. Bet you practice that swagger in the mirror." Their banter sparked immediately, his outgoing energy pulling her in despite her initial indifference.
As the night progressed with witty exchanges about everything from bad club music to New Year's resolutions, Lina found herself drawn to Henrik's unapologetic self-assurance. He wasn't her type—or so she'd thought—but his bold stories left her intrigued. The group headed out, yet something lingered. The next day, she texted him on impulse: a simple walk suggestion to clear the post-party haze. He replied instantly, and soon they strolled through the city park, trading sharp jabs about their friends' drama.
Mid-walk, Henrik's eyes lingered on a passing jogger in shiny pants. "You know, I've got this thing for latex leggings," he admitted with a cocky laugh. "The way they hug every curve, shiny and tight—drives me wild. Always have." Lina raised an eyebrow, her strong demeanor shining through. "Latex? That's your big reveal? Bold of you to drop that on a first walk. Most guys lead with dinner." He chuckled, unfazed. "Dinner's overrated. But you in them? That'd be a sight."
Intrigued and surprisingly horny, Lina suggested they head to her place. Once inside, she disappeared briefly, returning in nothing but skin-tight latex leggings featuring a deliberate small hole exposing her pussy, paired with a matching latex thong underneath that framed her ass perfectly. "Like what you see?" she teased, standing tall and un-submissive. Henrik's cock hardened visibly. "Fuck, yes. That hole's an invitation."
She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue working his hard cock while the latex creaked with her movements. "Not so confident now, are you?" she quipped between strokes. He groaned, hands in her hair. "Keep that up and I'll cum before the fun starts." Panting, they moved to the bed where he slid into her wet, dripping pussy through the leggings' hole, the material slick against their sweating bodies. Lina rode him with fierce control, her ass bouncing as the latex thong shifted teasingly.
Their rhythm built intensely, her strong legs gripping him as she came first, followed by his explosive release deep inside. They collapsed, panting and glistening. "Round one down," she said with a wink. "But this fetish of yours? We're just getting started."
Henrik's eyes gleamed with promise as he traced the latex edge.
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