Survive. Barely.

How you've managed to last as long as you have, can be nothing short of a miracle. Your knuckles and vision have started going white, and you can taste blood. Fortunately, you've impressed Kristi with your endurance. Giving your cock the most gentlest of kisses, she backs away from you.

Every breath you take after that is slow and carefully controlled. They have to be if you want to keep the volcano that is your cock from erupting from it's own trembling vibrations. Kristi returns a minute later, and shows you a roll of condoms and the bottle of lube that she managed to get past airport security. "I hope you're ready," she grins eagerly, shaking the bottle. "Because I am going to drain... you... dry."

You swallow a dry throat. Kristi walks around you, ripping a couple of condoms free from the roll before kneeling in-between your legs again. She giggles and tickles the underside of your shaft, reveling your pathetic twitching. Tearing a packet open, she gingerly slides on one condom. You take a deep breath, restarting your counting backwards from 1,000 in 3's to help you control yourself. "Almost there," you hear Kristi coo, along with the rustling of the other condom packet. You look down to see her put on the second condom on over the first. It was snug before, but now the latex ring is a little constrictive at the base.

Kristi catches your confusion and discomfort. "It's all for you, my dear toy," she chides, squirting out some lube and applying it to your cock. Keeping her hand on it, she straddles your hips and lines you up, rubbing your tip against her slit. "You don't want to pop just from me putting it in, do you?" she says, licking her lips and slowly dropping down, sheathing you inside her.