We fight after you tell me I can't crash at your place anymore. I don't know why you're being so fucking difficult, my place isn't ready yet and I have no where to go. After some name calling, I say I'm over it and you go to work. When you come back, you see me with my makeup all smeared. Ya, I've been crying, and I feel really bad about earlier. I was selfish, I didn't mean to get mad at you. I'll pack my stuff up and be out of your hair by the end of the day. But...you want me to stay...really? You're such a great guy! Maybe I can show you my appreciation by helping you relieve some of the stress you've been feeling recently? I take my towel off and have a bunch of stuff written on my body like 'danger', 'cum dump' and 'no condoms'. I talk you into fucking me without a condom yet again. Remember how good it felt last time? Why deny yourself of that pleasure. Before you know it, you're fucking me raw. Wow, you broke the rules so fast. You can still pull out, but I won't make you. You fuck me until we both cum and you pump your cum into my fertile pussy. You realize we're never gonna fuck with a condom on, right?