10-05-2026, 08:05 AM
“I’m ovulating,” Tara repeated, her voice steadier now. She pointed to the nightstand beside her bed. “There’s a condom in the drawer. Top right.”
Selvam’s jaw tightened. “I don’t like condoms,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “They’re uncomfortable. I haven’t used one in years.”
Tara’s heart hammered against her ribs. The thought of him inside her without a barrier made her pussy clench with renewed need, but her mind flashed to Aryan, to the consequences.
“I’m not on the pill,” she said firmly. “And I’m definitely ovulating. I track my cycle religiously. It’s either a condom or nothing.”
The tension between them crackled like electricity. Selvam’s eyes burned into hers, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva. For a moment, Tara thought he might refuse, might walk away and leave her aching and unsatisfied.
Then his shoulders dropped slightly. “Fine,” he said, the word clipped. “Get the condom.”
Relief flooded through her, mixed with a fresh wave of desire. Tara moved quickly to the nightstand, her fingers trembling as she pulled open the drawer. The box of condoms sat where she’d left it... Mohan’s preferred brand, the kind he insisted on using despite her protests about the fit.
She grabbed one, tearing the foil packet open with shaking hands. The latex unrolled between her fingers, smaller than she remembered. Mohan’s condom. Not designed for a man of Selvam’s size.
“This is all I have,” she said, holding it out to him. “Mohan’s.
Selvam looked at the small latex packet in her trembling hand, his expression hardening. “Put it on me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
She looked up at Selvam’s cock... thick, veined, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the glistening plum-colored head. It was so much bigger than Mohan’s, so much thicker than what this condom was designed to accommodate.
“I don’t know if it’ll fit,” she whispered, her voice catching.
“Try,” he said, his eyes dark with hunger.
Tara’s fingers trembled as she unrolled the condom, stretching it between her thumbs. The latex felt flimsy, inadequate for the task.
She placed the tip against the head of his cock, her breath catching at the contrast... the pale latex against his dark skin, the condom already looking stretched to its limit.
She began to roll it down, her brow furrowing with concentration. The latex resisted, straining against his girth. A bead of pre-cum leaked from his tip, making her fingers slick as she worked.
“It’s too small,” she said, panic rising in her voice. “It won’t... “
“Keep trying,” Selvam ordered, his jaw tight.
Tara took a deep breath and continued, using both hands to stretch the condom as she rolled it down his shaft. The latex thinned visibly under her fingers, the material stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. She could see the veins of his cock pressing against the thin barrier, could feel the heat of him through the latex.
“God,” she whispered, watching the condom inch down his shaft with agonizing slowness. “You’re so much bigger than I thought.”
Selvam’s breath came faster as she worked, his cock twitching in her grip. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his body trembled with restraint. The condom was now halfway down his shaft, the latex stretched to its absolute limit.
“Almost there,” she murmured, her fingers aching from the effort. She gave one final, determined push, and the condom rolled down to the base of his cock with a soft snap.
She sat back on her heels, staring at what she’d accomplished. The condom fit, but just barely. The latex was stretched so thin she could see every vein, every pulse of his cock beneath it. It looked like it might tear at any moment.
“There,” she said, her voice breathless with satisfaction. “I did it.”
Selvam looked down at himself, his expression unreadable. The condom hugged his shaft like a second skin, the latex straining against his thickness. He reached down, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble. “Now get back on the bed.”
Selvam’s jaw tightened. “I don’t like condoms,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “They’re uncomfortable. I haven’t used one in years.”
Tara’s heart hammered against her ribs. The thought of him inside her without a barrier made her pussy clench with renewed need, but her mind flashed to Aryan, to the consequences.
“I’m not on the pill,” she said firmly. “And I’m definitely ovulating. I track my cycle religiously. It’s either a condom or nothing.”
The tension between them crackled like electricity. Selvam’s eyes burned into hers, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva. For a moment, Tara thought he might refuse, might walk away and leave her aching and unsatisfied.
Then his shoulders dropped slightly. “Fine,” he said, the word clipped. “Get the condom.”
Relief flooded through her, mixed with a fresh wave of desire. Tara moved quickly to the nightstand, her fingers trembling as she pulled open the drawer. The box of condoms sat where she’d left it... Mohan’s preferred brand, the kind he insisted on using despite her protests about the fit.
She grabbed one, tearing the foil packet open with shaking hands. The latex unrolled between her fingers, smaller than she remembered. Mohan’s condom. Not designed for a man of Selvam’s size.
“This is all I have,” she said, holding it out to him. “Mohan’s.
Selvam looked at the small latex packet in her trembling hand, his expression hardening. “Put it on me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
She looked up at Selvam’s cock... thick, veined, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the glistening plum-colored head. It was so much bigger than Mohan’s, so much thicker than what this condom was designed to accommodate.
“I don’t know if it’ll fit,” she whispered, her voice catching.
“Try,” he said, his eyes dark with hunger.
Tara’s fingers trembled as she unrolled the condom, stretching it between her thumbs. The latex felt flimsy, inadequate for the task.
She placed the tip against the head of his cock, her breath catching at the contrast... the pale latex against his dark skin, the condom already looking stretched to its limit.
She began to roll it down, her brow furrowing with concentration. The latex resisted, straining against his girth. A bead of pre-cum leaked from his tip, making her fingers slick as she worked.
“It’s too small,” she said, panic rising in her voice. “It won’t... “
“Keep trying,” Selvam ordered, his jaw tight.
Tara took a deep breath and continued, using both hands to stretch the condom as she rolled it down his shaft. The latex thinned visibly under her fingers, the material stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. She could see the veins of his cock pressing against the thin barrier, could feel the heat of him through the latex.
“God,” she whispered, watching the condom inch down his shaft with agonizing slowness. “You’re so much bigger than I thought.”
Selvam’s breath came faster as she worked, his cock twitching in her grip. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his body trembled with restraint. The condom was now halfway down his shaft, the latex stretched to its absolute limit.
“Almost there,” she murmured, her fingers aching from the effort. She gave one final, determined push, and the condom rolled down to the base of his cock with a soft snap.
She sat back on her heels, staring at what she’d accomplished. The condom fit, but just barely. The latex was stretched so thin she could see every vein, every pulse of his cock beneath it. It looked like it might tear at any moment.
“There,” she said, her voice breathless with satisfaction. “I did it.”
Selvam looked down at himself, his expression unreadable. The condom hugged his shaft like a second skin, the latex straining against his thickness. He reached down, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble. “Now get back on the bed.”
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