The responsible question...

I was already half-hard again, my cock thickening between the soft cheeks of her ass as she slowly stroked it in the dark. The middle-of-the-night quiet made everything feel more intense.

I knew I should say something.

Not because I really wanted to — the truth was I was still riding the high of raw, unprotected sex with this thick, gorgeous 18-year-old — but because it felt like the responsible thing to do. The “what you’re supposed to say” thing.

“Hey…” I murmured against the back of her neck, voice low. “We never talked about protection earlier. I came inside you. Twice now, technically.”

Alice didn’t even flinch. She just kept lazily stroking my cock and let out a soft little laugh.

“It’s fine,” she whispered. “I’ve got the rod. Been on it for over a year.”

That was all I needed to hear.

I didn’t push. Didn’t ask any follow-up questions. Didn’t even let myself wonder if I could fully trust her. My brain had already decided this felt too good to ruin with overthinking. My dick had made the call hours ago, and apparently my common sense was still on vacation.

She sat up slowly in the dark, turning toward me. Her hand came up and gently stroked my forehead, fingers brushing through my hair in a surprisingly tender gesture. The movement made her heavy tits sway right in front of my face. I reached up between her thick thighs without thinking, sliding two fingers along her still-slick pussy. She was wet again — or maybe still — and my cum from earlier was still there, making everything slippery as I lazily rubbed her clit.

Alice let out a quiet moan and spread her legs a little wider for me.

I was supposed to drive across town in the morning for work. Early start. Long day.

Fuck that.

I’d already decided I was calling in sick. There was no way I was leaving this caravan anytime soon. Not when this thick, warm, insomniac girl was sitting up in the dark stroking my forehead while I had two fingers buried in her cum-filled pussy.

She leaned down and kissed me slow and deep, still gently petting my hair.

“You’re not going anywhere in the morning, are you?” she whispered against my lips, like she could read my mind.