Yes

"Oh, uh…" you said sheepishly, the tip of your cock already kissing her wet slit. "We should probably use a condom…" you mumbled, embarrassed at the thought.

Kirsten looked back, thankful that you remembered. "Ok, good, yeah. I'm not on birth control, so as long as you have a condom on it'll be fine."

You reached back into the jeans pocket, grabbing the old, expired condom you brought. Looking away from her you opened it up, then turned to face her as you rolled it down your shaft.

“Do you want me?” she whispered, teasing you. Her eyes were enough for you. She reached down, angling your length into her. You relaxed and sank into her, slowly, stretching her out.

As Kirsten writhed beneath you, moaning with pleasure, you couldn't suppress the feeling of frustration building within. The way the condom dulled the sensation and made everything feel distant and unreal.

Despite your displeasure, you kept fucking her, eventually finding a good rhythm. She squeezed around your shaft, making you feel how tight she really was.

In response, you thrust deeper. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of you; despite the protection, there was still an intensity that threatened to consume you both.

Growing frustrated, you looked down, noticing that the old condom was tight against your head. As you slid in one more time, you felt it silently split open inside of her, releasing your precum as your naked cock stretched her walls.