“Are you on birth control?” I asked as I stared at her reflection. “No. Why?” she answered, her face frowned up with pleasure. “Because I don’t wanna pull out. I don’t think I can.” She bit her lip. “Then don’t.”
“Are you gonna pull out?” “You want me to?” “It’s up to you.” “Come on, Tyra.” “For real. If you can pull out of my pussy, then do it. If you can’t, I’ll understand.”