Try again with Ryan, cowgirl style

With the last bits of spermicide still coating the insides of your vagina, it was probably still safe to go back to Ryan for another round. The stuff wouldn't hold forever, but you quickly put those worries aside. It was time to find out whether sacrificing your pubes had been worth it.

Ryan was still asleep when you slid back beside him on the cum stained bed. Suddenly feeling a bit daring, you wet your fingers with whatever fluid was dripping from your pussy and kiss your future husband on his lips, slowly gliding your lubed fingers up and down over his morning wood.

Ryan wakes up with a soft groan. Your heart almost melts with pride and love.

'Good morning.' You whisper in his ear.

Ryan's lips curl into a lazy smile. With his eyes still closed, he firmly squeezes your butt. You move your knee so you have a good position and lower your now hairless slit to the tip of his wood. Almost in trance, you imagined God was guiding you with His own hand.

Ready like you've never been, you throw back your head into your neck and slowly let Ryan enter you. This was it, this was what you had been missing out on. You cry out as Ryan hits your cervix. Then you gasp in anticipation of your first climax and....

Nothing. It was just like before. You just felt a bit bloated. It wasn't as discomforting as before, now that your insides were used to the stretching, but you were nowhere near fireworks or wanting to cry out in pleasure like Jenny had done so often.

You look down at Ryan, who was staring at you with raised brows.

'Go on babe. What are you waiting for?'

You watch one of your own tears tall down on Ryan's chest. God had left you. What were you even doing here? On top of Ryan, who couldn't even make you cum like a proper lady. This was clearly a sign. It wasn't your fault. It was Ryan's.