“I’m not getting there,” I grumbled.
She went defensive. “Well, I’m doing the best I can.”
I pulled her hand away a little rougher than intended. “You’re making me sore.”
“Well, excuse me,” Maven flared, now totally offended.
“Aw, it’s not you,” I said hastily. “It’s the rubber. It doesn’t feel right.”
The damage was done. In her mind, I’d rejected her as a lover. I knew without a doubt this was the last time I’d feel her pretty little hand on my c**k and balls. We drove the twenty miles back to town in frosty silence. I hadn’t taken time to remove the condom, and it shriveled up in my shorts as my flesh withered away to nothing.
She barely waited for the car to come to a complete stop before storming out of the car and sashaying her sated ass into the house while I drove my frustrat
