You feel my weight pinning you down against the floor as the sound of a condom rapper rips through the air. The image of what's to come hits you and you try to wiggle away as you hear the sound of latex sliding down my shaft.
"Please," you say, digging your fingers into the floor.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," I say as you feel more of my weigh slide onto your back, my wrapped cock knocking on your door. "Here I come--!"