Cursing you with big rubber bappy paws and an intense need to rub yourself. But every time you get excited and let your paws rub together, the squeaking erases a thought from your mind and lets the rubber slip up your arms and start creeping across your body.
It's so funny to watch you go from frustratedly berating me while futilely trying to rub your crotch, to blissfully squeaking your paws against your rubbery nulge and humping the air.
That is... until I realize that the squeaks have run out of your thoughts to evaporate and are starting to erode mine. I barely have seconds to react before you bap me in the tummy with a big shiny paw and I start rubbing my new shiny patch to hear the pleasant noises, only to feel it take over my body and erase my mind too...
Putting on rubber gloves and messing with the most sensitive spots on their body and trying to find more. Writing the noises they make, how loud they are, and what reaction they have toward degrading words versus if you praise them! It's like a doctor try to find a diagnosis, but the only diagnosis is horny slut, and the medicine is to be pounded stupid