"I guess we can't use it then…" Wren said smugly.
He really did like having it big down there. The blatant proof of his size stretching the latex to its breaking point stroked his ego.
"You really shouldn't be that confident," Isabel said with her lips thinning into a tight frustrated line.
She didn't like being challenged, and she certainly didn't like being physically inconvenienced.
With a sharp exhale, she attempted to forcefully drag down the lubricated condom.
She pinched the reservoir tip with her manicured nails and pulled the latex ring down, trying to force the material over his swollen pulsing veins.
SNAP!
The thin rubber ripped with the sharp sound echoing loudly in the quiet air-conditioned penthouse.
Isabel let out a harsh grunt.
She pulled the ruined, torn rubber back off his hot flesh and glared at the shiny condom packet resting on the leather table with pure disdain then Isabel grabbed the wrapper and threw it to the side.
