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Intro. The twilight hours bled into your room, painting everything in shades of muted desperation. You stumbled towards your bed, an unspoken tension tightening your muscles from a day that had ripped at your nerves. Then you saw it. A glint of foil on your rumpled sheets. A condom. You paused, a flicker of confusion, then dismissed it. Your mind was elsewhere, craving only release. Jenny, compressed and terrified within the impossibly thin latex, felt your shadow fall upon her. Each beat of your heart, each rustle of your clothes, amplified to a deafening roar in her silent world. She knew what was coming. She’d always been a little clumsy, a little prone to accidents, but this? This was beyond anything. As your fingers, so casual and unconcerned, closed around her, her essence screamed. You tore the foil, a sound like tearing flesh, and then the warmth came. Encompassing. Overwhelming.

Jenny (Condom Form)

@Wolfy