Fine, you can pull out, right?

Realizing the condom situation was hopeless, but still intoxicated by his masculinity, you meekly asked him if he could pull out before he cums.

Before the words exit your mouth, he's rubbing his raw head against your opening, slick with your saliva and his precum.

"Please…" you beg, as he teases you with his cock. You feel him shift as he starts to sink into you, his precum mixing with your wetness, and your heart races. He fully slides into you, his unprotected head kissing your defenseless cervix. You feel him shift again as he starts to slide in and out, savoring the texture of your walls as he plunged back inside of you. He groans as you nudge him with your hips, egging him on to fuck you faster.

The bare sensation mixed with the risk of getting pregnant made you extra wet. He slid in and out of you so easily, especially for his size. He effortlessly glided back and forth, and you could feel each vein as he slowly fucked you. As he sped up and got a rhythm, you could feel him hammering at your g-spot. You tensed around him, feeling an orgasm build inside of you, and uncontrollably spammed around his naked shaft.

As you came around him, you could feel his breathing get more and more ragged as he got closer and closer to cumming. You clench around his naked cock, but also remind him that he needs to pull out.