In her mouth

With a sudden, commanding shift in momentum, you gripped her shoulders and pushed her off you. The abrupt loss of contact left her gasping, her eyes wide and blinking as she tumbled back onto the crimson velvet. You didn't give her a moment to recover, your hand sliding to the nape of her neck to guide her down. You forced her onto her knees, her champagne silk dress bunching around her thighs like a discarded shroud. She looked up at you, her chest heaving, her feline gaze clouded with a mixture of confusion and an insatiable, raw need.

You stood over her, the amber light of the lounge casting your silhouette in a stark, predatory line. Your cock was a rigid pillar of heat, pulsing with a demanding urgency that left no room for hesitation. You reached down, gripping her chin to tilt her face upward, exposing the wet, parted curve of her red lips. With a slow, deliberate motion, you guided your head to her mouth. The first touch of your glans against her tongue caused her to shiver, a small, broken sound escaping her throat as she opened herself to you. You began to shiver your dick in her mouth, the slickness of her own arousal still coating your shaft, making the friction a searing, electric slide against her soft palate.

The sensation of her warm, wet throat clamping around you was the final trigger. You groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in the quiet of the room, and drove your hips forward in one last, deep plunge. You felt the muscles of her throat constrict around you in a desperate attempt to hold you, and then you broke. You came in heavy, pulsing bursts, the hot seed of your release flooding down her throat in thick, rhythmic surges. Maya swallowed instinctively, her eyes fluttering shut as she took every drop of you, her body trembling beneath your weight as the silence of the lounge returned, heavy with the scent of sex and victory.