When I heard Kelly’s words, a sharp sting hit my pride, and I couldn’t stop it from digging into .
She’d said sothing casual, almost offhand, but it landed like a punch. My face burned with embarrassnt, and I coughed awkwardly to clear my throat.
My hands fumbled as I reached down and peeled the slimy, used condom off my limp dick, the rubbery snap breaking the silence in the room.
I held it up for a second, inspecting it. When I pulled it off, I noticed how heavy it felt—there was a decent load of cum sloshing around inside, pooling at the tip.
It glistened under the dim motel light, and I couldn’t help but stare at it for a mont, caught off guard by how much there was.
"...Was it way cheaper or sothing?" Kelly asked, her voice cutting through my thoughts. She was propped up on her elbow, watching with a raised eyebrow.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," I muttered, still distracted by the condom dangling from my fingers.
"Yeah," she echoed, her eyes flicking down to it. "Looks like you unloaded a ton in there."
Her gaze locked onto the cum-filled condom as she spoke, her tone half-curious, half-teasing. I smirked, feeling a little bold, and decided to ss with her.
With a playful grunt, I flopped the sticky, warm condom right onto her bare stomach, the weight of it making a faint slap against her skin.
Then I rolled over and stretched out beside her on the creaky motel bed, the sheets cool against my back.
"Hmm?" she humd, glancing down at the condom sitting on her belly like so weird trophy.
"What if you fuck up and move too much?" I teased. "Think the cum’ll spill out all over you?"
"Oh, for fuck’s sake..." she groaned, rolling her eyes, but there was a tiny smirk tugging at her lips.
Kelly reached down to shove the condom off her stomach, her fingers brushing the rubbery edge, but then she hesitated and let her hand flop back onto the bed. She didn’t seem as worked up as before.
When we’d first stumbled into this cheap motel room—half-drunk and horny—she’d been all jittery and loud. Now, though, sprawled out naked next to , she looked calr, her breathing steady, her body relaxed against the mattress.
"Anyway, this whole thing’s fucking wild," she said after a pause, staring up at the cracked ceiling.
"Huh?" I grunted, turning my head to look at her.
"You, Alex," she said, her voice softening a bit. "You’re a goddamn surprise. Never thought I’d end up here doing this kind of shit with you."
"What’s it like for you?" I asked, genuinely curious, propping myself up on one arm.
She tilted her head, thinking for a second. "Well... good side? You’ve got this rugged, manly vibe going. Bad side? It’s kinda trashy as hell."
She let out a playful laugh as she said it, her eyes crinkling, so I knew she wasn’t totally serious. If she’d said that shit without laughing, I’d have figured she was pissed off for real.
As it was, she seed more annoyed than anything—like I’d gotten under her skin just a little. Her smirk told she wasn’t about to flip out, though.
"Hmm... yeah," I said, scratching the back of my neck. "I guess I thought if I didn’t fuck around like this, I’d feel too weird around my little sister later. Like I’d be so uptight asshole."
"Plus," she added, grinning slyly, "you’re a fucking pro at this."
"Ahhh...?" I mumbled, confused as hell by the random na drop.
"Dumbass," she laughed. "I an you. Feels like you’ve banged a ton of girls before ."
Kelly stretched her arm out lazily, reaching over to the wobbly bedside table. She grabbed a couple of tissues from a crumpled box, then spread her legs a little and started wiping her pussy with slow, careful swipes.
The wet sound of it mixed with the hum of the motel’s shitty AC unit. She kept talking like it was no big deal, totally natural, like we were chatting over coffee instead of lying there naked after screwing.
"Guess I could say the sa about you," I shot back. "You’re a fucking shock too, Kelly. Looking at you, I’d bet my ass this isn’t your first one-night fuckfest."
"Well... kinda?" she said, shrugging as she tossed the used tissue onto the floor.
Honestly, I was still reeling from my own damn behavior. I didn’t hold back—acting like so sleazy bastard who could get slapped with a harassnt charge and not blink.
This was my first ti fucking with this body, and I couldn’t tell if I was nervous as hell or just riding so weird high. Either way, I went for it, no hesitation.
The shitty part? Even with the condom on, I barely lasted five minutes once I was inside her. My dick was pumping away, and then—bam—I was done, shooting my load way too fast.
I could still hear her voice in my head, muttering how it sucked that I ca before she could get off. Her tone had been flat, disappointed, and it stuck with .
"Fuck, I’m not even drunk anymore," she said, letting out a long, tired sigh that seed to hang in the air.
I glanced over at her as she lay there next to . Her skin, which had been flushed red from the booze earlier, was back to its normal pale tone.
Her tits rose and fell with each breath, and her dark hair was a ssy tangle on the pillow. She looked worn out but oddly peaceful.
"..."
We just lay there, side by side—her bare-ass naked, still catching my breath—killing ti in this awkward, post-fuck haze. The room slled like sweat, cum, and cheap motel cleaner.
A heavy silence settled over us, thick and uncomfortable, blanketing the space.
Now that I’d gone through with it, I had no clue what to do next. My brain was blank, like I’d used up all my ideas getting to this point. Kelly was probably in the sa boat, staring off into nothing, wondering what the hell ca after this.
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