Tell her it broke

You pulled back, the torn condom clearly covering only the bottom half of your cock.

You told her what happened, stroking yourself, pushing the condom further down your shaft. She hooked her fingers below the ring, pulling it off, laughing.

"Good thing you noticed, before… you know…" she said, grateful for your decision. "Do… do you have another?"

Sheepishly, you said no, and Kirsten shrugged. "I guess we can't go any farther then, huh?" she asked, starting to gather her things and comb her hair back neatly.