It's over, Sam! You have the high ground!

You put your hands on his shoulders and lean in with all your weight, keeping him down. This has nothing to do with being careful at this point. You're rapidly approaching a powerful orgasm, and the last thing you want is for it to be thrown off-track by a clumsy position change.

He groans in frustration, but you feel his attempts quickly fade away as his heart rate rises. His dick starts twitching frantically inside you, signalling his impending orgasm.

Should you get off? Or should you get off? There's a remote chance that the condom could've broken, but is that slim possibility really worth sacrificing this orgasm for? Right now, your body doesn't think so, leaving your mind with little say in the matter.

"Ah fuck yes, yes, yes!" you scream. "Gonna fucking cum all over your cooooock!"

"Oh fuck, so tight!" His fingers dig harshly into your asscheeks. "Gonna blow!"

You cum together, pressing against each other so hard that your pelvic bones receive an aggressive introduction. You feel each wad of sperm ripple up his shaft and burst warmly from the tip, being deposited safely into the condom... you hope. Not that you'd care too much right now if it weren't, the haze of bliss overwhelming your mind cannot be penetrated by worries.

When you're finally spent, you tip over, flopping onto your side on the bed. His softening dick pops out of you and slaps wetly against his belly.

You weakly push yourself up and examine the condom, praying not to find any leaks. Though if it had broken, you'd probably be feeling the symptoms any second now...