The evening was so awesome. That girl in the pub… amazing. Thank goodness her friend was more interested in the bearded guy across from him, so he had an easier time. He hadn't had a girl like that in his sights for ages… and she made it so easy for him!

The night was great, but she only let him have sex with a condom. Luckily, he was prepared.

He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his pajama bottoms pulled down over his buttocks. He had spread his thighs slightly, allowing him to comfortably massage his already erect penis.

He had woken up about an hour ago and felt his erection growing as he thought of her. She lay beside him, naked and half-covered. His penis stiffened as his eyes took in her contours, her buttocks and thighs. He had cautiously tried to masturbate a little, but he hadn't really dared to, lying there next to her.

Then she jumped up with a cheerful "Good morning" and went into the bathroom.

“Good morning, darling!” and he had followed her with lustful eyes.

Now he sat on the edge of the bed and masturbated into his pajama pants. His penis was hairy and his glans sensitive. He was practiced at bringing himself to climax quickly.

With his eyes closed, he moved his foreskin back and forth, his mind on her, ejaculating deep inside her and spraying a huge load into his pajama bottoms. He gasped and moaned with pleasure, his eyes still closed. "Brigitte..." he murmured.

"What are you doing?"

Her voice jolted him out of his dream. She was already back from the bathroom, a bath towel wrapped around her body…

"Uh, ... nothing ... nothing!" He quickly tried to pull his pajama pants up higher.

She looked at him

"Are you masturbating?"

"Uh... no! How did you come to that conclusion?"

She sat down next to him on the bed and looked at him.

"I can't believe it..."

Then, with a swift movement, she pulled his pajama pants down again and saw his still erect, dripping penis and the puddle of semen in his pants.

She looked at him wordlessly, and he looked back guiltily.

Her amber eyes glittered.

"Why aren't you saying anything... I'm helping you!"

He swallowed. "What do you mean...?"

She put her right arm around his shoulders, reached into his trousers with her left hand and grasped his penis.

"Well, that's what I mean..."

Then she began to pull back his foreskin and push it forward again and again, and became fast.

His breathing became heavier.

"Is that ok for you..?"

“Oh yes… good…”

"I mean, that I... like, that I do that?"

He nodded. She moved a little closer to him and gave him a light kiss. As she did so, she intensified her efforts on his penis, and he groaned more loudly.

"Can you do it again...?" she whispered.

He nodded vigorously, whereupon she stopped her efforts.

He looked at her, “Don’t stop… keep going.”

She looked at him, her eyes glittering mockingly.

"Oh right… !"

She stood up and let her towel slide to the floor. Then she ran her index finger, wet with semen from his pants, along her cleft. Her tongue licked her wet lower lip.

"Is this something...?" she whispered.

“Brigitte …!”

"You just have to be careful..." she whispered.

“That… that’s not possible! Gitti!”

"Are you afraid? I thought I was supposed to help you?"

His penis stood erect and hard from his lap, and the tip shone dark red.

"Yes... Yes...!"

"Don't you want to?" She spread her thighs slightly and opened her labia with her hand.

"You... you... I'm about to cum... you sexy thing!"

Then he threw her backwards onto the bed and spread her thighs apart. Her eyes sparkled with lust as he entered her and began to fuck her vigorously.

She held his hip firmly.

"Slowly, slowly... I don't want you to come right away...!"

He groaned, "I'm coming. I'm coming..."

"No, no... don't do it..."

“I have to…” he gasped.

"Stop it..." Her voice had become shrill and she pushed him away.

The stream of his ejaculation went right into the bed.

"Why ..?"

"I'm not on the pill yet . I don't mind if you have sex with me, but you can't come inside me! Mommy will kill me if I get pregnant..."