Cowgirl

You shifted your weight, guiding her upright with a firm grip on her waist. You sat back against the deep crimson velvet of the couch, spreading your legs to create a stable base. With a low command, you lifted her, guiding her hips until she was perched atop you. She sank down in one slow, shuddering motion, her wetness swallowing you whole as she settled into a cowgirl position. The change in angle sent a new surge of pressure against your prostate, and Maya let out a sharp, high moan, her back arching as she gripped your shoulders for balance.

You leaned back, your arms draping over the top of the couch, and watched her with a predatory focus. Maya began to ride you with a frantic, desperate rhythm, her hips rolling in a circular motion that ground her clitoris against the base of your shaft. Her breasts, freed from the constraints of her dress, bounced with every undulating thrust, the pale globes swaying in a mesmerizing cadence. You looked down, captivated by the visual of your condom covered cock sliding in and out of her drenched heat. Each plunge was accompanied by a wet, squelching sound, the latex glistening under the amber glow of the recessed lights.

The sight of her undone, the way her skin flushed a deep rose and her breath came in jagged gasps, pushed your desire into a territory where a barrier was no longer acceptable. You wanted to feel the friction of her internal walls without the interference of plastic, to smell the raw musk of her arousal and feel the heat of her pussy clamping down on your bare skin.