Somewhat Shameful!

When I heard Kelly's words, a sharp sting hit my pride, and I couldn't stop it from digging into me. 

She'd said something casual, almost offhand, but it landed like a punch. My face burned with embarrassment, and I coughed awkwardly to clear my throat. 

My hands fumbled as I reached down and peeled the slimy, used condom off my limp dick, the rubbery snap breaking the silence in the room.

I held it up for a second, inspecting it. When I pulled it off, I noticed how heavy it felt—there was a decent load of cum sloshing around inside, pooling at the tip. 

It glistened under the dim motel light, and I couldn't help but stare at it for a moment, caught off guard by how much there was.

"…Was it way cheaper or something?" Kelly asked, her voice cutting through my thoughts. She was propped up on her elbow, watching me with a raised eyebrow.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," I muttered, still distracted by the condom dangling from my fingers.