Producing a square foil package I didn’t notice before, he rolls it down his thick cock and then leans back over me. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I whimper in protest. He can hurt me. He can do anything, so long as it eases this emptiness. But then he’s reaching between us to run his fingers through me. One slick stroke and his eyes close in what looks like something between pleasure and pain. “Your pussy’s so wet for me.”
