Savannah never gave a thought to protection either -- it was just not something she was accustomed to thinking about. But, then, she also wasn't accustomed to these sorts of encounters with near-complete strangers.
Savannah angled her hips to grant him access, rising and falling in counterpoint to his movements. Her hands with her fingers miraculously still painted perfectly from the previous night rested on his chest, using it to remain steady with each thrust.
The sensation was delicious and raw as she met him, her body's canal squeezing his penis warmly, as her mouth made sounds of encouragement. Though not loud, her soft mewls and groans were audible appreciation of his talents.