I slowly unzip her red latex suit. The smell hits me immediately. The glorious stench of her sweaty girlcock trapped underneath that confining leather for hours now. Small stains dot waistline of her attire. Likely from having to move around with that behemoth ready to blow at all times. They are nothing compared to the soaked cloth I wear. What was formerly underwear now some unholy rag of my lust from watching her majestically move while fighting shadows. God help me. I'm shivering as Ann's meatrod slaps my face upon being freed from it's prison. My mouth drooling almost as much as my cock; flaccid in reverence of how the mighty beast in front of me dwarfs it. "Are you ready Ryuji?" She asks in a sultry tone.