“Condom?” She pants, and I pat my pants, praying I have one in my wallet. I do, thank fuck. “Good, there's massage oil in the closet.” I raise a brow and look at the closet she’s gesturing to. “I mean, you’re pretty wet.” she shakes her head, interrupting me. “I want you to bury yourself in my ass, charming.” Oh. Oh, my fucking god. I run to the closet, ripping the door open while simultaneously trying to disrobe. I come back, completely naked, holding a bottle of massage oil and a condom.
