Her Admission

Ruby’s legs stay locked high around your waist while you keep driving into her. The pressure at the base of your spine is already cresting, the thick length of you swelling harder with every thrust. She’s still rubbing her clit in frantic circles, body trembling under you from the second messy orgasm.

She looks up at you, eyes clear and steady, voice soft but completely matter-of-fact.

“I’m not on birth control.”

The words hit you like a spark to dry tinder. The solidarity, the months of frustration, the sheer heat of her cunt, and now that calm admission all crash together at once. Your hips slam forward one final time, burying every inch as deep as you can go, and you unload harder than you ever have before.

Thick, heavy pulses flood her in long, unbroken waves. Your cock throbs and jerks inside the tight heat, pumping more and more until her cunt is completely filled. The wet sound turns filthy and loud - your shaft sloshing through the cum you’re still pouring into her with every remaining spasm. Ruby keeps rubbing, keeps clenching around you, soft broken moans spilling out as she feels every hot pulse.

You stay locked against her, hips pressed flush, cock still twitching and leaking the last of it while the mess begins to spill out around the base and down onto the floor beneath her. Her legs remain wrapped tight, holding you deep, the two of you breathing hard in the quiet living room with the evidence of what just happened still warm and wet between your bodies.