Condom play

Meg's bedroom was decorated in soft, muted tones with accents of deep purple. A plush queen-sized bed with a tufted headboard dominated the space, covered in silky sheets and a plump duvet. A sleek dresser held her neatly folded clothes, while her walk-in closet housed her impressive collection of tailored suits and designer shoes. On her nightstand, a small lamp cast a warm glow over a stack of legal textbooks and case files.

Meg lay back on her plush queen-sized bed, her chestnut waves splayed across the crisp white pillowcase. The soft glow of her bedside lamp cast a warm light over her flawless skin. Jeffrey's face was buried between her toned thighs, his tongue expertly teasing and caressing her most sensitive areas.

Meg arched her back slightly, letting out a breathy moan of pleasure. "Oh... that feels amazing," she purred, her fingers tangling in Jeffrey's dark hair. Her perky breasts rose and fell with each panting breath.

Jeffrey looked up at her with adoring blue eyes, clearly savoring every moment. His hands gently caressed the curve of her hips as he continued his sensual ministrations. Meg's toes curled as waves of blissful sensation washed over her.

"Don't stop," Meg gasped, her green eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. Her soft thighs trembled on either side of Jeffrey's head as she neared her peak. With a cry of rapture, Meg climaxed, her back arching off the bed.

Jeffrey moved up Meg's body, trailing kisses along her toned stomach and between her breasts. He positioned himself at her entrance, his body trembling with anticipation. Meg could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against her sensitive flesh.

She looked up at him with hooded eyes, still catching her breath. A coy smile played on her lips as she felt his eagerness. "Na na na, oh babe," Meg purred, "you almost made me forget, but we need condoms. I bought some, they are..."

Jeffrey cut her off mid-sentence. "Don't worry, I brought some from home," he said hurriedly, reaching for his discarded pants.

Meg's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! You brought some?" She propped herself up on her elbows, her chestnut waves cascading over her shoulders. "How... why did you? I thought you would relish the possibility that I didn't have any and use it to try going raw."

Jeffrey smiled softly as he retrieved a foil packet from his wallet. "I know how much it means to you to be safe," he said, his blue eyes meeting her vibrant green ones.

A warm smile spread across Meg's face, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Oh Jeffrey," she breathed, "what a romantic you are." She reached out to pinch his cheek mocking. "Now come here and fuck me, Romeo."

Jeffrey grinned, quickly rolling on the condom before positioning himself between Meg's toned thighs once more. He entered her slowly, savoring the sensation as Meg's warmth enveloped him. Meg wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as she let out a breathy moan of pleasure.

Meg lay face down on the grimy carpet of Jeffrey's cluttered bedroom, her body spent and glistening with sweat. The harsh overhead light cast unflattering shadows across her toned figure as she rested, catching her breath. The room was a chaotic mess - anime posters plastered the walls, empty energy drink cans littered every surface, and lewd figurines of cartoon girls stood in stark contrast to Meg's elegant presence.

She could hear the shower running in the adjacent bathroom where Jeffrey had retreated moments ago. As Meg's breathing slowed, she became acutely aware of the familiar wetness between her thighs. It was an odd sensation she had grown accustomed to after their encounters. At first, the wetness had alarmed her. After a while she realise is normal, attributing the moisture to her own arousal. Now, she barely gave it a second thought.

She shifted slightly, grimacing as her bare skin made contact with the rough, stained carpet. The room reeked of stale sweat and greasy food. Meg's eyes roamed over the piles of dirty laundry and half-eaten pizza boxes, so at odds with her own meticulously organized apartment.

As Meg's gaze wandered around the cluttered room, a flash of bright color caught her eye. Nestled among the debris on Jeffrey's nightstand was a large, garish box. She squinted to read the text emblazoned across its front: "Mega Pack - 144 Condoms."

Curiosity piqued, Meg rose languidly from the carpet and padded over to examine the box more closely. Her eyes widened as she realized it was nearly empty, with only a handful of foil packets remaining inside. A small gasp escaped her lips as she did the mental math - they had used almost all of them.

Without thinking, she plucked one of the remaining condoms from the box, turning the small square packet over in her hands. The familiar logo and promises of "Ultra Thin" and "Extra Sensitive" stared back at her. As she held it, her mind began to wander, imagining the various positions they might try next.

As Meg held the condom packet up to the harsh overhead light, something caught her eye. A tiny pinprick of light shone through the foil wrapper. Frowning, she brought it closer to her face, squinting to examine it more carefully.

Her heart began to race as she realized what she was seeing. The entire surface of the packet was covered in minuscule punctures, each no larger than the tip of a pin. With trembling hands, she grabbed another condom from the box, holding it up to the light as well. To her horror, she saw the same pattern of tiny holes perforating the wrapper.

Meg's mind reeled as the implications set in. She dumped the remaining condoms onto the cluttered nightstand, frantically checking each one. Every single packet bore the same telltale marks of tampering.

Meg's heart pounded as she stumbled to the overflowing trash bin in the corner of Jeffrey's room. Her hands trembled as she rifled through the detritus, searching for the discarded condom from their most recent encounter. Crumpled tissues, empty chip bags, and sticky energy drink cans clung to her fingers as she dug deeper.

Finally, her hand closed around the slimy latex. She pulled it out, grimacing at the smears of bodily fluids coating its surface. Meg held it up to the harsh overhead light, squinting to examine it closely. But the thick layer of semen obscured any potential punctures.

Her gaze fell on a nearby can of energy drink, left unopened and now well past its expiration date. Without hesitation, Meg snatched it up and popped the tab. The sickly sweet smell of chemicals and artificial fruit assaulted her nostrils as she carefully poured the neon liquid into the used condom.

As the condom filled, Meg's eyes widened in horror. Tiny streams of liquid began spurting from countless pinprick holes dotting the latex surface. The energy drink sprayed in all directions, splattering across her bare skin and pooling on the grimy carpet below.

Meg stood frozen, the leaking condom dangling from her fingertips as realization washed over her. Her mind reeled, recalling every encounter, every sensation she had attributed to her own arousal. The wetness…

Meg sank onto the edge of Jeffrey's unmade bed, her legs suddenly weak. The leaking condom slipped from her grasp, splattering neon liquid across her feet. She barely noticed, her mind racing with implications.

One hundred and forty-four. The number echoed in her head like a **** knell. She stared at the nearly empty box, trying to recall how long they'd been together. Time seemed to blur as she mentally tallied their encounters, each one now tainted by this betrayal.

Her hand moved to her flat stomach, fingers splaying across the toned muscles. How many times had Jeffrey finished inside her, his seed slipping through those microscopic holes? The room seemed to spin around her, anime posters and lewd figurines blurring into a nightmarish landscape. She thought of her career aspirations, her dreams of becoming a lawyer. Of the meticulous five-year plan she'd crafted, with no room for unexpected complications.

Meg's other hand moved to her face, covering her mouth as a wave of nausea washed over her. The stench of the room - sweat, stale food, and now the cloying scent of energy drink - threatened to overwhelm her. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing.

Meg's body slumped sideways onto Jeffrey's mattress, her limbs heavy with despair. The threadbare sheets beneath her reeked of sweat and stale cologne. She stared blankly at the water-stained ceiling, tracing the spiderweb of cracks with unfocused eyes.

Almost of its own accord, her hand drifted down her body. Her fingers brushed against the soft curls between her legs, then pressed gently against her vulva. She gasped at the sudden jolt of sensation, her body responding despite the turmoil in her mind.

Meg's fingers probed deeper, encountering an all-too-familiar slickness. She had always been proud of how wet she got, seeing it as a sign of her desire, her passion. Now, that wetness felt alien, tainted.

She brought her fingers up to her face, examining the clear fluid coating them. How much of it was her own arousal? How much was Jeffrey's seed, slowly seeping out of her? The thought made her skin crawl, yet she couldn't look away.

Hesitantly, Meg lowered her hand again. Her fingers glided effortlessly through her folds, encountering no friction. The slipperiness was undeniable, more pronounced than she'd ever noticed before. Had it always been like this? Or was she simply more aware now, hypersensitive to every sensation?

Meg's fingers moved deeper, exploring her own body with a mix of fascination and revulsion. She was so lost in sensation that she didn't notice the door creaking open, nor Jeffrey's heavy footsteps as he entered the room.

"Well, well," Jeffrey's voice cut through her trance. "If you're touching yourself, you must not be satisfied."

Meg's eyes snapped open, but she remained frozen in place. Jeffrey's gaze raked over her exposed body, a predatory grin spreading across his face. He bent down, snatching up one of the condoms from the floor.

Meg's eyes locked onto the foil packet in Jeffrey's hand. The tiny perforations were clearly visible, a constellation of betrayal etched into its surface. Her mouth opened, but no words came out as Jeffrey tore open the wrapper.

With practiced ease, Jeffrey rolled the compromised condom onto his erect penis. Meg stared, transfixed by the sight of the ruined latex stretched taut over his shaft. She knew she should speak up, should stop this from happening. But her voice seemed trapped in her throat, her body refusing to move.

Jeffrey climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Meg's spread legs. She felt the blunt pressure of his cock against her entrance, still slick from her own explorations. As Jeffrey entered her, Meg's breath caught in her throat. She felt every inch as he sank deeper, the ruined condom offering no real barrier between them. Her body responded instinctively, muscles clenching and relaxing around his intrusion. A quiet whimper escaped her lips, equal parts pleasure and despair.

Jeffrey began to move, establishing a steady rhythm. With each thrust, Meg felt the condom shifting inside her. The latex clung wetly to her inner walls, the microscopic holes allowing their fluids to mingle freely. She imagined Jeffrey's pre-cum seeping through, mixing with her own arousal in a perverse cocktail.

Despite herself, Meg felt the familiar tension building low in her belly. Her hips began to move of their own accord, rising to meet Jeffrey's thrusts. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape. Her fingernails dug into Jeffrey's back, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin.

As her arousal mounted, Meg's senses seemed to sharpen. She became acutely aware of every sensation - the slide of latex against her most intimate parts, the growing slickness between her thighs. Jeffrey's pace quickened, his breathing growing ragged. Meg felt the pressure building inside her, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to crash over her. Her body trembled on the edge of release, every nerve ending singing with electric pleasure.

With a guttural groan, Jeffrey drove into her one final time. Meg felt his cock pulse within her as he came, hot spurts of semen flooding through the compromised condom. The feeling of his release triggered her own climax, and she cried out as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically, milking Jeffrey's shaft as her orgasm crashed through her. Meg's back arched off the bed, her body wracked with spasms of pleasure. She felt awash in sensation - the pulsing of Jeffrey's cock, the wet heat of their mingled fluids, the tingling aftershocks rippling outward from her core.

As their shared climax subsided, Jeffrey collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Meg lay there panting, acutely aware of the sticky wetness between her thighs. She could feel Jeffrey's semen leaking out around his softening cock, not contained by the ruined condom.