Nah, you're not feeling it.

Safiya's unenthusiastic response is enough to confirm for you that you don't really feel like knocking her up. "Yeah, alright," you agree. "I won't, then."

Her smile, which had faded for a moment, returns at that, tinged with a little relief. "'Preciate it," she says with a nod. "We'll need condoms, then."

"Sure, I've got plenty," you confirm.

Saf glances down at the visible tent in your jeans. "Should we grab one now?"

Eager as you are to feel that delectable gooey pussy hugging your dick, you've got all the time in the world to enjoy this baddie to the fullest. "Nah, not yet," you say as you set about undressing, tossing your shirt aside and unbuckling your belt. Determined not to rush things, you consider your options.