Just keep going

Despite your displeasure, you kept fucking her, eventually finding a good rhythm. She squeezed around your shaft, making you feel how tight she really was.

In response, you thrust deeper. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of you; despite the protection, there was still an intensity that threatened to consume us both.

"I'm... close…" you whisper, without missing your rhythm.

You feel her hand reach down, gripping the base of your cock, feeling the ring of the condom securely at the base of your cock.

As you felt your orgasm building, Kirsten's nails dug into your back. "Please..." she whimpered, "cum for me..."

Gritting your teeth, fighting for control, you felt your release start, hot spurts filling the condom. She let out a shaky breath, relief mixed with disappointment evident on her face, as you pulled back, revealing the stretched tip of the condom containing your load.

You quickly disposed of the condom and got dressed, wondering what Kirsten would say to Bruce later.