Milf Veronica 3

Isabella looked at me, her eyes filled with determination. "No, I don't want to take any risk," she said, taking out a condom from the back pocket of her jeans and tearing the packet with her teeth. She handed me the condom, her cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment.

I noticed her discomfort and smiled gently. "Why don't you help me with that?" I suggested, my voice soft and encouraging.

She looked at me, her eyes regaining their dominating spark. "Okay," she agreed, taking the condom from my hand. I watched as she attempted to put it on, her inexperience evident as she initially applied it the wrong way around.

I chuckled softly, not wanting to embarrass her further. "It's the other way around," I said gently, guiding her hand to correct the mistake.