Use the old one from your wallet

With a reassuring nod, you reach over to your pants, grabbing your wallet. As you fish the old rubber from the folds, Jenny asks "That's fresh, right?"

"Mhm," you lie, knowing it had been sitting there, unused for months.

Jenny watches intently as you roll the latex sheath down over your stiff length. Once satisfied that its securely in place, you move back towards her, ready to continue what you started.

Your body presses against hers once more, feeling the heat radiating from her skin and the softness of her curves under your touch. You can't help but notice how wet she is, her arousal making it easy for you to slide inside her with little resistance.

As you enter her, Jenny gasps softly, her nails digging into your back as she adjusts to your size. Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper inside of her. You both pause for a moment, savoring the sensation of being connected like this.

"Fuck," Jenny murmurs, breaking the silence. "You feel so good."

Her words spur you on, and you begin to move rhythmically against her, each thrust eliciting another gasp or moan from her lips. The room is filled with the sounds of your bodies slapping together and labored breathing as you lose yourself in the pleasure of the moment.

"Oh god," Jenny cries out, digging her heels into the small of your back. "Don't stop."

The feel of her tight around you makes your mind race. Distracted with her pleasure, and feeling close to cumming, you think about what to do next.