get the tampered condoms

There’s no reason for you to dispute her request as you have your tampered condoms. So you nod your head in agreement and she unwraps her legs so you can sit up. While you disrobe, she does the same and you quickly dispose of the condom wrapper before she can offer to inspect it.

Sliding the glove over your dick you can’t help but grin to yourself. If Brooklyn wasn’t pregnant already, she would be after tonight. You move back to her naked form, her chest heaving in anticipation as she watches your twitching cock approach her. Seeing the condom seems to have knocked down her last wall of resistance as she’s rubbing her clit in anticipation.

“Are you ready?” you question. There’s a smirk on your face as she moans a yes. You can’t help but think that being a make-up artist is the best job ever.

Hovering over her, she wraps her legs back around you, pulling the tip of your cock into her. “Please…” she moans, writhing a bit and trying to **** you into her. “I need you”

With that you slide into her slowly, a stark contrast to the ramming you gave her earlier today. Her eyes go wide as she feels every centimeter of your dick piercing through her. “Oh, fuck!” she moans biting your shoulder.

“God, you're still tight as hell” you comment as you fit all nine inches into her, her pussy squeezing you like a teenage virgin.

At first your fucking is slow and sensual, drawing out each thrust in and out of her. The condom doesn’t allow you to feel the same raw pleasure that you experienced earlier but you aren’t complaining. Brooklyn’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as she lets out little moans each time you fill her.

When you feel your release coming Brooklyn lets you know that hers is on it’s way too. She begins clawing at your back and thrusting her hips against yours, forcing you back to the frantic pace that you had before. You lift her leg, spreading it further out at the same time to let you properly plow into her. It’s only a matter of time before she’s moaning her orgasm.

“Oh god. Fuck, fuck. I’m cumming, John. I’m cumming!”

Her body quivers around you, causing you to reach your peak as well. Your hips jerk violently as you bottom out into the condom, your seed dripping through the small hole and into her womb, unbeknownst to her. You both collapse in a heap, her breast pressing against your chest as you try to catch a collective breath.

As Brooklyn closes her eyes you take the time to slip out of her and quickly dispose of the condom. When you head back to the bed you see her looking back at you.