Don't let him fuck you!

"Pleeeaaase baby," he whines, "pleeeaase let me put it in, just for a minute!"

You're just as **** to fuck but he sounds so pathetic that hearing him actually helps you to resist temptation. Despite his protestations he can't bring himself to move or stop you and you pump his cock even faster to push him over the edge. Finally he stops talking. You feel his body stiffen in your arms and a few seconds later thick white jets of cum are spraying out of his cock.

You feel a sense of loss, at the of tragic waste of cum as you watch it wash down the bathtub drain. Then you feel a sense of relief, at having taken care of the task at hand and avoided pregnancy, for now. And then you feel a **** need to fuck, like an immense wave of horniness crashing down on you, washing you off your feet and crushing the air out of your lungs.

Jessie's cock was the only thing distracting you from the feeling between your own legs. You were so focussed on making him cum so that he wouldn't fuck you, but now all you can think about is how badly you want him to fuck you.

You have to do something about this, and quickly.

Jess is still basking in the afterglow of his first handjob (on the receiving end) but you shake him out of his dazed reverie.