shouta "fuck it, i'll wing fatherhood" aizawa is the type of man who will shamelessly tear off the condom mid fuck.
he's got you right where he wants you - helplessly pinned down in the meanest prone bone, his body an intimidating cage above and cock plowing into your cunt from behind. but that damn thing is in the way, the latex barrier that eliminates the most vulnerable level of intimacy. "alright," he withdraws momentarily. "this fucking thing has got to go."
it's admittedly hot - the frustration in his tone and lack of restraint when it comes to pounding your pussy spikes your arousal. he rips the condom off, tossing it aside and not caring where it lands. and once that thick cock sinks back into indescribable warmth, all is right in his universe. "that's, fuck. much better."
his hips falter on their own, struggling to find a rhythm that isn't outwardly rough and carnal. "feels so much better, yeah? fuck, can't slow down when your pussy feels this good." your raw pussy has him tumbling towards his orgasm, muscles contracting to prepare himself for the force of his release - a mind bending climax that could only be achieved inside his pretty girl's irresistible bare pussy.
shouta doesn't know why he bothers to purchase condoms anymore when they've put a damper on his sex life. "your pull out game isn't the greatest," you remind him. "yeah, you're right." he runs his hand through his hair, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment only for you to prove your point. "well, maybe if you actually tried to pull out on time."
