Freshly coated in goo, you just can't stop grinding that nulge... The aphrodasic gases flowing through your mask certainly isn't helping either, neither is your massive tail constantl swishing and squeaking left and right uncontrollably behind you....
You moan as you press your giant hands deeper into your nulge, grinding and squeezing the massive orb.... You want to stop but your rubbery Koraidon hands doesn't want to give up their hold... the tight squeeze of gooey latex solidifying on your skin doesn't want to relent... the hypnotic lights driving your mind deeper into your need to cum doesn't go away...
everything feels too good to let go...
you don't want to let go...
you want to serve...
to serve Rubber rRocket...
to obey Rubber Rocket...
Glory to Rubber Rocket