I just wrote this and I’m gassed about it so sharing it here
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I had never let A fuck me without a condom. I wasn’t on birth control and the idea of a child anytime soon was nerve wracking for me. But I needed to feel you inside me, bare, I didn’t want a condom separating us. The only issue, I carefully tracked my cycle and I knew I was ovulating. But it was too late I couldn’t say no to you. Not with you hovering over me like a wolf protecting its mate. I was yours and you could have me, however you desired. I nod softly, my eyes wide looking up at you “I want to feel you, please.” I whimper out as a beg. My hand reaches down to your cock, lining you up with my entrance. Letting your tip be soaked with my pleasure. Feeling the fat head make its way between my folds. You were big and I knew I wasn’t prepared for the way you were going to stretch me. As you start to lean into me it’s like slow motion as I feel my pussy work to stretch around your size. The warmth of you entering my hot core. Working to keep my eyes trained on yours as they beg to roll back, feeling your tip graze against my gspot. It was pure bliss. You were fully claiming me, body and soul. I was yours.