On her ass

With a sudden, violent surge, you drove yourself into her one last time, burying your length deep within her for a fraction of a second before you ripped yourself out. The separation was abrupt, the sound of the wet friction echoing in the small space. In one fluid, aggressive motion, you gripped the latex and tore the condom away, casting the spent plastic aside. It landed with a wet, soft thud directly onto the vivid red mark of your palm, a discarded trophy resting on the bruised heat of her skin.

You didn't stop. You gripped her hips with a bruising strength, lifting her slightly off the velvet so you could angle your pulsing shaft over her. As you let go, the first thick, hot ropes of your seed erupted from you, splashing across her pale skin with a visceral intensity. You watched with a predatory satisfaction as your load painted her ass cheeks and the small of her lower back, the white cream contrasting sharply against the crimson couch and the flushed red of her skin. The force of the release left you shaking, your muscles locking as you emptied yourself completely over her.

Maya let out a long, shuddering breath, her body collapsing back into the plush velvet as the heat of your seed cooled on her skin. She lay there, completely spent, her chest heaving in the heavy silence of the room. You stood over her for a moment, looking down at the wreckage of the encounter, the scent of sex and expensive leather hanging thick in the air. The power dynamic remained skewed, leaving her broken and glistening beneath the amber light, a silent testament to the distraction you had provided.