Joe barely pulls out in time

Joe's cock throbbed against her, a thick pearl of precum glistening at the tip as he locked eyes with Wendy. Firelight flickered in her dilated pupils when she gave a slow, breathless nod. But Wendy suddenly stops Joe and says do you have condom?Joe says “shit no I forgot” Wendy says Joe I haven’t been put on birth control yet. You going have to be careful and pull out don’t cum inside of me. Do you understand Joe? “ Yes Wendy I think I can do that”Wendy’s says to Joe you may continue. With his hard fat cock in his hand he lined his fat cock head up to the entrance to Wendy’s virgin pussy. He pushed forward with a groan, the swollen head of his fat thick cock stretching her virgin entrance in one relentless glide.

Wendy's back arched off the bed as a sharp gasp tore from her lips—half pain, half pleasure—her fingernails digging into Joe's shoulders. "Oh fuck—Joe—" she whimpered, her tight walls fluttering around his thick intrusion as he bottomed out inside her with a guttural groan.

Her virgin pussy clung to him like a velvet vice, every inch of her scorching heat molding to his cock as he withdrew slightly, only to thrust back in with slow, deliberate ****. A broken moan spilled from Wendy's kiss-swollen lips, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips.

Joe's hips jerked awkwardly, his inexperience showing in the uneven rhythm of his thrusts—too shallow one moment, then hilting himself too deep the next. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as Wendy’s pussy clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering in hesitant waves of pleasure.

“Fuck—Wendy—” he groaned, his voice rough with desperation, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he tried to steady himself. Her breath hitched when he dragged his cock almost all the way out, the swollen head catching on her tight entrance before he pushed back in with a shaky exhale.

Joe’s thrusts grew deeper, his rhythm finding its pace as Wendy’s breathy moans filled the room. Her back arched, pressing her huge tits against his chest, their soft weight swaying with every rough snap of his hips. Firelight danced over her flushed skin, catching the sheen of sweat between her breasts as they bounced with each driving push of his cock.

Her fingers clawed at his back, nails leaving faint red trails as she gasped, “Oh God—Joe, right there—!” Her pussy clenched around him, wet heat pulsing as pleasure coiled tighter in her belly.

Wendy's thighs trembled as she arched beneath him, her swollen lips parting around a ragged moan. "Keep going Joe—I'm just about there—" Her voice broke as his thick cock dragged against that perfect spot inside her, sending electric shocks of pleasure up her spine. Joe gritted his teeth, his balls tightening like coiled springs. Every slick thrust sent precum leaking from his tip, mixing with her arousal as her pussy clenched around him in ****, fluttering pulses. He could feel the pressure building—the heat coiling at the base of his spine—and knew he couldn’t last much longer.

Wendy’s back arched violently as her scream tore through the room—*“That’s it, Joe, I’m cumming!”*—her pussy clamping down on his cock in rhythmic, milking spasms. Joe’s vision whited out at the edges, his hips stuttering as her tight walls wrung him mercilessly. With a ragged groan, he wrenched himself out just in time, his swollen cockhead pulsing as thick ropes of cum erupted from the tip. The first hot spurt splashed across Wendy’s trembling stomach, painting her skin in glistening streaks.

The next thick pulse splattered hot across her inner thigh, the pearly strands dripping down toward her trembling knees. Joe gasped, hips jerking as another surge erupted—this one streaking across the sheets, soaking into the fabric in sticky rivulets. Wendy whimpered as the final spurt landed just below her navel, the heat of his release making her shudder.

Panting, Joe collapsed beside her, his cock still twitching, glistening with the remnants of their shared pleasure.

Wendy’s chest rose and fell with each ragged breath as she turned her head toward Joe, her damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. The firelight caught the glisten of sweat between her breasts as she swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. *"We really did... we really had sex. Lost our virginities."*

Joe’s fingers trembled where they rested on her hip, his cock still twitching, half-hard against his thigh. He exhaled a shaky laugh, thumb brushing the curve of her waist. *"Yeah... fuck, yeah we did."* His voice was rough, raw with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Wendy's fingertips traced the sticky trails on her stomach, her breath still coming in uneven little gasps as the aftershocks pulsed through her. Joe watched, transfixed, as her fingers dragged through his cum, smearing it in slow circles over her flushed skin.

"Jesus, Wendy," he rasped, his cock twitching again at the sight.

She turned her head toward him, lips parted, and without breaking eye contact, brought her glistening fingers to her mouth. The tip of her tongue darted out, tasting him, and Joe groaned like he'd been punched.

Wendy's fingers suddenly clenched in Joe's hair as her body went rigid. "Shit—what time is it?"

Joe groaned against her throat, his lips still trailing lazy kisses along her damp skin. "Mmm... like 1 AM, why?"

She shoved at his shoulder in sudden panic, her nails digging into his bicep. "Joe, *move*—my mama said not to stay out late! She's gonna *kill* me!" Her legs thrashed beneath him, sticky thighs peeling apart as she wriggled free. He rolled off with a grunt, his spent cock twitching against his stomach as she scrambled upright.

Joe barely had time to blink before Wendy was on her feet, her bare skin glowing in the firelight as she snatched her discarded panties from the floor. The lace scraped against her thighs as she yanked them up, her fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra.

"Shit, shit—where's my dress “she hissed, spinning in a frantic circle, her hair wild around her flushed face.

Joe pushed himself up on his elbows, still half-dazed, watching as she stumbled over his pants in her hurry. The warmth of her body still lingered on his skin, but the panic in her voice snapped him back to reality. Joe caught her wrist as she spun past the bed, his grip firm but gentle. "Wendy—hey, look at me." His thumb stroked the frantic pulse at her inner wrist as he sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. The firelight caught the sweat still gleaming on his collarbone. "Breathe. I’ll take you home. It’ll be okay."

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the lace of her bra digging into her ribs as she sucked in a shaky breath. The warmth of his palm grounded her, even as her toes curled against the cold hardwood.

Joe’s calloused fingers tightened just slightly around her wrist, his other hand rising to brush a sweat-damp curl from her forehead. The scent of sex still clung to them both, mingling with woodsmoke as Wendy’s frantic pulse thrummed against his palm. His thumb traced slow circles over her racing heartbeat, his voice a low rumble. "Dress is by the fireplace—left side. Smell like smoke, though."

Wendy’s breath hitched as she spotted the crumpled fabric half-hidden by the hearth’s shadow, one strap dangling precariously close to a glowing ember.

Wendy lunged for the dress, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood as she snatched it from the hearth’s edge. The fabric was warm from the fire, the delicate straps tangled in her trembling fingers as she shook it out with a frantic snap. A whiff of woodsmoke clung to the chiffon—musky and sweet beneath the sharper scent of sex still lingering on her skin.

Joe rolled off the bed in one fluid motion, his muscles taut as he reached for his discarded pants. His pants rasped against his thighs as he yanked them up, the button digging into his still-sensitive stomach when he fastened it.