I recognized the line. It was a C-section scar. Gwen had the same one.
“What?” she asked, putting her hand between her legs, hiding herself.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her.
“You don’t need to seduce me. We’re already going to have sex.”
I sat up and kissed her. She kissed back.
“I brought condoms,” I told her when I pulled back.
She smiled and shook her head. “We don’t need them. I’m safe.”
The look in her eye made me question that. “I’d better use one anyway,” I said, reaching for my pants and snagging one out of the pocket.
As I put it on, she watched me, licking her lips a bit before reaching out to help me, making sure it was all the way on.
“Feel me,” she said, grabbing my hand and bringing it to her p***y. She was wet. Not incredibly wet, but more than sufficient. She was wa
