Bend her over and fuck her from behind

You hammered into her, the rhythmic slap of your pelvis against her pelvis echoing through the sterile, tiled room. Every thrust was a deliberate claim, driving her head back against the wall as she gasped for air. Her legs tightened around your waist, her heels digging into your back, while the champagne silk of her dress remained a discarded ring of fabric around her middle. You watched the way her eyes rolled back, her body shaking under the relentless force of your movement, until the air in the small stall became a humid haze of sweat and musk.

With a guttural growl, you pulled out, the wet, sliding sound of your departure leaving her shivering and empty. You didn't let her recover. You grabbed her hips, spinning her around and bending her over a narrow ledge of the vanity. Her breasts hung heavy and exposed, the silk slipping further down her waist as you pressed your chest against her back. You aligned yourself once more, sliding back into her from behind with a deep, singular plunge that forced a strangled moan from her lips.

The angle allowed you to drive deeper, hitting the back of her womb with a bruising intensity that made her fingers claw at the cold porcelain. As you picked up the pace, the slapping sound of your skin against hers filling the silence, Maya let out a broken, breathless laugh. She turned her head, her red lipstick smeared, and whispered into the air that she wasn't on any birth control. She warned you, her voice a desperate, shaking tremor, that you would have to pull out before you came. You didn't answer with words, only by gripping her hips tighter and driving yourself deeper into her heat as you felt you orgasm building.