Yes

"Oh, uh…" you said sheepishly, the tip of your cock already kissing her wet slit. "We should probably use a condom…" you mumbled, embarrassed at the thought.

Kirsten looked back, thankful that you remembered. "Ok, good, yeah. I'm not on birth control, so as long as you have a condom on it'll be fine."

You reached back into the jeans pocket, grabbing the fresh condom you brought. Looking away from her you opened it up, then turned to face her as you rolled it down your shaft.

“Do you want me?” she whispered, teasing you. Her eyes were enough for you. She reached down, angling your length into her. You relaxed and sank into her, slowly, stretching her out.

As Kirsten writhed beneath you, moaning with pleasure, you couldn't suppress the feeling of frustration building within. The way the condom dulled the sensation and made everything feel distant and unreal.