With that, she rolled over and reached under my bed, remembering where I hid the box of condoms. Expertly, she ripped open one of them and then leaned over me, sliding it down over my cock in a matter of seconds. The condom firmly in place, she rolled over on top of me, lifting her skirt as she straddled me, then slowly guiding my cock inside of her dripping wetness. Sitting fully upright, she began moving her hips slowly and rhythmically. It felt phenomenal.

At one point, though, it occurred to me that, with her skirt draped down over us, there was no way that Naomi could see any actual...