Back in the day I was all about protection. I would never allow a raw cock inside me, it had to be wrapped. One night I went out and met up with some people. I eventually went home with one of the guys. He said he wanted to fuck me, but didn’t have any rubbers. So I said, ok, what’s one raw cock. Well, that one raw cock changed my life. The connection I felt, the throbbing of his cock, the skin-skin contact. It was all enough for me to change completely.
After that night, I vowed never to take another wrapped cock again. And that connection with other fuckers is still as strong today as it was the first time.
Happy fucking, pigs!