She had those curves that made a man forget his own name—full hips swaying as she sat on his lap, tits pressing against his chest through thin fabric. The female condom was supposed to be foolproof, but when he thrust up too hard, her pussy clenched around him like no barrier existed at all. She bit her lip and rode faster anyway, fingers digging into his shoulders while he whispered ‘You feel so damn good’ like they were alone in the room—and maybe they weren’t supposed to try this in the first place. Then came that moment: hesitation mid-motion, a shared breathless glance at the half-slipped rubber before she crushed her mouth to his with a laugh that didn’t sound nervous.
