Lucy James Condom Slip

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Not just another weekend with Lucy.

I knew we’d be seeing each other at the peak of her cycle. I’d planned it that way. I told her it was the only weekend I could break free to come down to Scottsdale, and that it might be a month or two before I could get away again.

That last bit of pressure seemed to settle it.

We were back at Caesars Republic. I’d just walked her up to the room. Music was already playing. I poured us drinks and turned around to find Lucy setting up a camera.

She said she wanted some behind-the-scenes footage of us just hanging out. I thought little of it.

We sat and worked through a couple of glasses of champagne. Kissing followed the way it always does. Lucy was exceptionally frisky that night—kissing me one moment, giving me a lap dance the next.

When she finally settled beside me I pulled her in. Her hand went straight to my cock, it was already hard. We kissed a little longer before she slid down between my legs, unzipped me, and pulled it out.

She stared at it while she stroked me. It looking oversized in her small hands. Then she would lick and suck on me a bit, all the while telling me how much she’d missed it, how she couldn’t wait to have it inside her.

I asked if she wanted me to come in her too.

She refused that. Made me promise I wouldn’t come in her this weekend.

We moved to the bedroom. I proceeded to break that promise for the first time that weekend—but not the last.

I pulled on a condom and started fucking her. She was soaked and still tight. Her pussy kept dragging the condom down the shaft; I’d stop, readjust, start again.

Then she started talking dirty, sharing her dirty stories, and begging me to fuck her harder. I was pounding her as deep as I could, over and over. At one point I started thinking the condom wasn’t going to stand a chance.

I was right. It came off somewhere inside of her it think… when I pulled out. A flood of my semen poured out too.