The latex was torn, a jagged piece sticking to his shaft. Tube8 Did I trust him? He leaned over, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, “What do we do about the condom?”
The question hung in the air, heavy with the realization of what had just happened. I felt torn between my own reservations and the need to make him happy. “Shit,” Mike murmured, his voice strangled. I gasped into his mouth as he began to stroke me, building a rhythm that had me arching into his touch. I dug my nails into his back, leaving half-moons in his skin as I whispered, “Then do it. I gripped the sheets, bracing myself for the final act of this twisted play.
