Keep fucking her

You pushed forward gently, sliding inch by agonizing inch into her tight, unprotected pussy. The sensation was indescribable - velvety softness gripping you tightly, pulsing against you like nothing else ever had. Her walls hugged you perfectly, drawing you deeper with each thrust until you were fully seated inside her.

Her breath caught again, this time in pleasure mixed with apprehension. "Oh god…"

"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 sitting useless at the base.

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 spraying into her womb. She let out a shaky breath, fear and confusion evident on her face, as you hilted yourself. Her hand pushed down, wrapping around the base of your cock.

"You… you're still wearing a condom, right?" She nervously said, feeling the ring.

"Yeah," you breathed, slowly pulling back to reveal the shredded rubber.

"Oh fuck!" you exclaimed, feigning surprise as you both clearly saw your cum pouring out of her.

She stared daggers at you, telling you "we are going to go and get a plan b right now, got it?"

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