Maeve knows there's a chance of getting pregnant, even from that bit of contact. From any pre-come that's already gathered at the head of his cock, she knows this, but she also knows the chances are very, very slim and it feels good enough that she doesn't even protest.
"Better not," she says with a laugh. She'd gotten pregnant the last time even with a condom. It must have been defective or broken or slipped during sex, she has no idea, but she knows she doesn't want to play the odds again. One abortion is more than enough and Maeve doesn't want to be a mother. Ever.
"God, Steve," she breathes as he drags his cock along her skin, a shudder running through her.
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"Better not," she says with a laugh. She'd gotten pregnant the last time even with a condom. It must have been defective or broken or slipped during sex, she has no idea, but she knows she doesn't want to play the odds again. One abortion is more than enough and Maeve doesn't want to be a mother. Ever.
"God, Steve," she breathes as he drags his cock along her skin, a shudder running through her.