Oscar, trussed up in black latex, awaits Mistress Claudiacuir's touch. She enters, her heels clicking on the hardwood, her latex catsuit squeaking with each movement. She runs a gloved finger along Oscar's lips, leaving a trail of saliva and lube. She fists his hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck. With a swift movement, she unzips his latex hood, revealing his panting mouth. She feeds him her gloved fingers, one by one, until he's gagging, his eyes watering. She smiles, her lips glistening, and begins to work her hand deeper, harder, bringing Oscar to a latex-bound, fisting-induced orgasm.