She makes wear a condom

Jen’s voice cut through the heavy air, sharp and insistent. “Wait,” she said, her hands pressing firmly against Craig’s chest. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his with a seriousness that made him pause mid-thrust. “We can’t… not without a condom.” Her breath came in short, erratic gasps, but her tone was resolute, brooking no argument. Craig’s brow furrowed, his lips parting as if to protest, but he could see the determination in her gaze. With a muttered curse, he pulled back, his cock slipping from her grasp as she reached for the nightstand drawer.

Jen's fingers trembled slightly as she fumbled with the nightstand drawer, the soft creak of the wood echoing through the charged silence. She reached inside, her hand brushing against the cool foil of the condom packet. With practiced ease, she tore it open, the ripping sound crisp in the stillness. Her gaze met Craig's, his eyes burning with anticipation, his chest heaving as he waited. She took his cock in her hand, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the cool condom. With a steady touch, she rolled it down his length, her fingers tracing the contours of his erection.

As Craig’s cock pressed against Jen’s entrance, the anticipation was palpable. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid into her, filling her completely. Jen’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting as she drew in a sharp breath. Her hands, still tangled in Craig’s hair, now gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he began to move. The warmth of her pussy enveloped him, a tight, inviting space that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. Craig’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he buried himself deeper, each stroke a testament to the raw desire that had been building between them. Jen’s voice was a whisper, a soft moan that mingled with the heavy air, her body arching to meet his every thrust.

Craig's hips moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving deeper into Jen as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room. The slap of his balls against her ass grew louder with each pounding stroke, a primal cadence that matched the racing of their hearts. Jen's hands clawed at his back, her nails leaving marks as she pulled him closer, her breath hot against his shoulder. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, each gasp and moan intertwining as their bodies moved in perfect, frantic sync. Craig's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he angled his thrusts, seeking that spot that would make her unravel.

As Craig’s relentless thrusts drove Jen closer to the edge, the sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that seemed to reverberate deep within the walls. Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes watched from the shadows of the closet, hidden behind the slight gap where the doors didn’t quite meet. Wendy stood there, her breath caught in her throat, her own fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. The soft fabric brushed against her skin as she began to move her hand in time with Craig’s strokes, her pussy throbbing with a mixture of arousal and envy.

Craig’s thrusts grew more relentless, each stroke driving deeper into Jen as her nails dug into his back, her moans rising in pitch. The room was a cacophony of sounds—flesh slapping against flesh, ragged breaths, and the creak of the bed beneath them. Jen’s legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in with a desperation that matched his own. Her pussy clenched around him, the walls rippling as she teetered on the edge. In the closet, Wendy’s hand moved faster, her breath hitching as she watched.

Craig’s thrusts became erratic, his rhythm faltering as the tension coiled tighter in his groin. Jen’s breath hitched, her body arching beneath him, her hands clawing desperately at his back. The condom filled with each pulsating surge, the warmth of his release mingling with the slick heat of her pussy. Jen’s moans crescendoed, her walls clenching around him in rhythmic spasms as she came, her nails digging deep into his skin.

Craig’s chest was still heaving as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand, his eyes widening in panic. “Oh shit, I’m going to be late for football practice,” he muttered, his voice laced with urgency. Jen, still catching her breath, opened her eyes and looked at him with a mixture of amusement and understanding. “You better hurry, then,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of teasing. Craig didn’t waste another moment; he quickly grabbed his clothes and began dressing, his movements swift and precise. His hands trembled slightly as he fastened his jeans, his mind already shifting from the intimacy they’d just shared to the impending practice. Jen watched him from the bed, her lips curling into a small smile as she saw the determination in his eyes. Meanwhile, Wendy remained frozen in the closet, her heart pounding as she witnessed Craig’s hurried departure. She felt a mix of relief and , unsure of how to process what she had just seen.