"Laymon, Richard - Come Out Tonight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laymon Richard)

"I don't think so."

"It feels ... awfully tight.""You're too big for it."

He laughed softly.

With little more than an inch of him covered, it suddenly stopped unrolling. "Looks like we've got a problem," Sherry said.

"Oh, great."

"How old is this thing?"

"Twenty-eight."

Sherry laughed. "Not this thing," she said. "This thing. This rubber."

"Oh. I don't know. A few years, I guess."

"A few years?"

"I never had much use for them, so ..."

Sherry used force. Instead of coming unstuck, it split. The rubbery ring slid all the way down, leaving him capped with a flimsy, pale toque.

She laughed, shook her head and said, "Shit."

Duane laughed, too. Then he sighed. "Maybe it's a sign."

"A sign, all right." Still laughing, she plucked off the latex cap.

The laughing stopped as she rolled the ring up his thick erection.

"I guess it's not that funny," she whispered.

Leaning forward, he took hold of her shoulders. He stared down into her eyes. "I want you so badly," he said.

"I want you, too." Trying to smile, she said, "The sooner, the better." She tossed the remains of the condom aside. "Maybe we'll have better luck with the next one."

He grimaced. "I don't have any more."

"You're kidding."

"Afraid not."

"That was it?"

"I'm sorry.""Ah, that's all right," she said. She resumed caressing his thighs.

"Do you have any?" he asked.