Anessa stumbled out of the locked room, her wild eyes scanning the dimly echoing halls of the asylum. Two days without sex had twisted her insides into a knot of raw, gnawing hunger, every nerve screaming for release. Her skin prickled with sweat, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her asylum-issued gown as distant moans from other patients filtered through the walls, fueling her insanity. She clenched her thighs together, feeling the slick wetness between them, a constant reminder of her addiction that no lock could contain. The Latex Woman gripped Anessa's arm firmly, her tight black latex dress hugging every curve like a second skin, the material creaking softly with each step. At 35, she exuded calm authority, her lips curved in a knowing smirk as she led the desperate 28-year-old back to her room. Anessa's gaze flicked to the woman's outfit, the shiny fabric accentuating her hips and breasts, making her own body ache with envy and need. 'Keep moving,' the Latex Woman said coolly, her voice a low command that sent a shiver down Anessa's spine. She could smell the faint rubbery scent mixed with the woman's perfume, heightening her senses. As they entered the room, Anessa's breath caught in her throat. There he was—Josh, the volunteer, standing tall at 30 years old with a confident grin that made her knees weak. His jeans strained against his hard cock, the bulge unmistakable, and her eyes locked onto it like a predator spotting prey. Saliva pooled in her mouth, and she swallowed hard, feeling it dribble down her lip as her pussy throbbed with explosive lust. The sounds of fucking from nearby rooms grew louder in her mind, taunting her, making her forget everything except the need to touch, to taste, to fuck. Josh's smirk widened, his dominant presence filling the space. 'Look at you, all wild and ready,' he said, his voice deep and teasing, eyes raking over her disheveled form. 'Show me how much you missed this. Get on your knees and prove it.' His words hit her like a spark to dry tinder, igniting the fire she'd been suppressing for days. Anessa dropped to her knees without hesitation, the cold floor biting into her skin as she crawled toward him, her hands scraping the rough surface. Her heart pounded in her chest, thoughts racing with images of cocks and bodies writhing. She reached Josh, her face pressing against the denim covering his erection, the fabric rough against her cheeks. The heat from his cock seeped through, making her moan softly, her tongue darting out to lick along the seam of his jeans. She rubbed her face harder, inhaling the musky scent of him mixed with the faint laundry detergent, her mind fracturing with psycho lust. 'Yes, oh god, yes,' she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate, as she nuzzled deeper, feeling the outline of his shaft twitch under the pressure. Josh chuckled, his hand resting on her head, fingers tangling in her hair. 'That's it, you needy slut. Rub that pretty face all over it.' Anessa's pussy clenched at his words, juices soaking through her gown as she licked again, her tongue tracing the length through the barrier. The taste of denim and sweat filled her mouth, but it wasn't enough; she needed more, her body trembling with the denial she'd endured. She kissed the bulge repeatedly, each press of her lips a plea for what lay beneath, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. The Latex Woman lingered in the doorway, her arms crossed, the latex dress squeaking as she shifted. 'Don't hold back,' she murmured, her authoritative tone adding to the tension. Anessa barely registered her, too consumed by Josh's cock pressing against her face. She ground her hips against the air, seeking friction, her mind a whirlwind of filthy thoughts—sucking him dry, feeling him inside her. Josh groaned, his grip tightening. 'Keep going, show me that hunger.' Anessa obeyed, her licks growing more frantic, tongue swirling over the fabric as if she could will it away, her body on fire with unrelenting craving. The distant echoes of other patients' pleasure seeped in, amplifying her exhibitionistic thrill, making her wonder if anyone was watching. She pressed harder, her lips parting in a silent moan, the world narrowing to just this moment of raw, urgent need.

Anessa pressed her face harder against the bulge in Josh's jeans, her breath hot and ragged as she nuzzled deeper. The rough fabric scraped her cheeks, but the heat radiating from his cock drove her wild, her tongue darting out to lick along the seam. She needed more, her body screaming after two days of denial, the distant moans from other rooms echoing in her ears like a siren's call. With a desperate whimper, she wedged her tongue under the waistband of his jeans, the tip slipping beneath the edge to taste the salty skin of his lower abdomen. Josh groaned loudly, the sound vibrating through his chest as her tongue probed further, sucking hard on the exposed inch of his thick cock. 'Fuck, that's it, you greedy bitch,' he muttered, his voice thick with dominance. He grabbed the top of his jeans with one hand, yanking them down roughly in one swift motion. His swollen, dripping cock sprang free, veins bulging along the shaft, the head glistening with pre-cum that caught the dim light of the room. Anessa's eyes widened with psycho lust, her mouth watering at the sight. She wasted no time, wrapping her lips around his cock and sucking deeply, the taste of sweat and desperation flooding her senses. His musky flavor exploded on her tongue, a mix of salt and raw need that made her pussy clench and drip even more. She bobbed her head eagerly, taking him deeper with each stroke, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage as she hollowed her cheeks. Josh's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling tightly as he thrust his hips forward, fucking her throat with brutal force. 'Take it all, you fucking slut,' he growled, his voice echoing off the walls. Anessa gagged slightly but didn't pull away, her mind fracturing with pleasure and pain, the act fulfilling her addiction like a drug she'd been deprived of. She could hear the Latex Woman shifting in the doorway, the squeak of her latex dress adding to the exhibitionistic thrill, making Anessa imagine eyes on her, watching her devour Josh's cock. Her thoughts spiraled—two days without this, without being filled, had nearly broken her, and now she was alive again, every inch of her body on fire. Saliva dripped down her chin as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the base of his shaft, tracing the ridges and feeling him pulse against her palate. Josh's groans grew louder, mixing with the distant sounds of fucking from the halls, heightening her desperation. 'Get on the bed, now,' Josh commanded, pulling her off his cock with a wet pop. Anessa scrambled to her feet, her legs shaky, and climbed onto the narrow asylum bed. She spread her legs wide, her gown hiking up to reveal her soaked pussy, juices coating her inner thighs. The cool air hit her exposed skin, making her shiver, but it was nothing compared to the hunger in her eyes as she looked up at him. Josh positioned himself between her thighs, his cock rock-hard and dripping. He lined up and plunged into her without warning, pounding her raw with forceful thrusts that made the bed creak. 'Feel that? This is what you needed, isn't it?' he snarled, his hands gripping her hips to pull her onto him deeper. Anessa cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely, stretching her walls and hitting spots that had been neglected for days. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through her, her body arching to meet his, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her mind a blur of filthy images—cocks, moans, the Latex Woman's watchful gaze. 'Yes, fuck me harder,' she begged, her voice hoarse and broken, the denial finally shattering as he drove into her with unrelenting urgency. Josh leaned down, biting her neck as he pounded faster, their bodies slick with sweat. Anessa's moans grew louder, blending with the echoes from outside, her addiction flaring brighter than ever, but the edge of satisfaction still just out of reach.