Then, Marina's teeth grazed my earlobe, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of my ear before she pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. Her eyes were burning.
"Next time…" she purred, her voice dripping with sin, "we do it without the condom… I want to feel you bare… Filling me up… Mmm—"
The words hung in the air between us, heavy with implication. The thought of bareback—of filling her for real, of my cum flooding her womb, dripping out of her—made my cock twitch inside her, the condom straining against the pressure.
Marina's breath hitched, her pussy clenching around me as if she could feel my reaction, as if she knew exactly what I was imagining. "Oh fuck—" she moaned, her hips bucking slightly, her juices squirting out around my cock, the sound wet and obscene.
But then, reality crashed back in.
I slowly, carefully began to pull my cock out, the latex peeling away from her walls with a loud, obscene SCHLICK.
