Following a squeeze from her hands, Charlette panted, "Mmm, cum for me daddy."<br/><br/><i>Daddy?!  What da fuck, Old Man?!  You could go to prison for that.  Oh, right.  Sorry.  Pet name.  Carry on.  heh heh</i><br/><br/>By now, and with no prior knowledge, Paul would not be able to tell if he had a helmet on his soldier or was condomless.  And why was this so?  He rightfully attributed it to just how good Charlette felt.<br/><br/>Well, she asked for it, he thought, and who was he to deny her?  “Okay, baby doll,” he groaned.  “Here I cum, just for you.”  A few upward thrusts, and the ultra-thin condom began to fill.