"...be inside of you."

"...be inside of you." She chuckles with a sound of knowing lust as she pulls away from you, and begins slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Your tongue practically falls out as she undoes the vital button, and her tits spill out. They're even bigger than you'd thought; you think she may be wearing a bra designed to minimize her appearance. They're 44Ds at bare minimum.

"You have a condom, right?"

This question catches you somewhat off guard. You had assumed she wasn't within child-bearing age. Her earlier comment flashes through your mind-

"...find a man before I go completely dry."

You inwardly groan in dismay. You already knew you didn't have a condom, but for the sake of appearances you open your wallet and rifle through the folds.

"Oh, I, um... I don't have one."

A look of conflict and uncertainty crossed her face. Trying to entice her, you reach over and begin lightly playing at the edge of her pants, sliding a finger down under her panties, towards the warm, leaking wetness of her pussy. Her back arches in response, pushing her tits out towards your face. You bury yourself in them, suckling, squeezing and worshipping them. She begins to coo as your tongue traces the outline of her nipples, and you get enough of your hand down her pants to begin rubbing her clit and sliding into her pussy. She whispers to you, breathily.

"Maybe... you're experienced, right? Just... you just need to pull out before you cum, and we can..." her words are cut short by a sharp shriek as you dive two fingers deep into her slit. Her voluptuous body is beginning to perspire, now, and the musty smell of her passion dizzies you.

"Just promise me."

"I'll pull out. I'm not in high school anymore, baby..."

With that, her hands suddenly grip your collar and tear down with a violent rush. Your buttoned shirt rips off your body, ruined. She begins to lick you all over your chest, tasting your sweat as she wriggle out of her pants and panties, leaving her pussy glistening before you. Your cock is still hard as can be, and though you're usually a reasonably durable lover, a nagging worry lingers in the back of your mind. You're as horny as you've ever been, tangled up in the naked flesh of your greatest masturbatory fantasy, and you're sky high. You silently resolve to pull out the moment you feel close, as you discreetly wipe the pre-cum off the head of your cock.