On her tits

You didn't need to be told twice. With a sharp, wet sound, you slid out of her drenched heat, the sudden absence of her friction making your head swim. You hovered over her for a split second, the air between your pelvis and her breasts feeling electric and thin. You looked down at her, seeing the rise and fall of her heavy breasts, the nipples peaked and dark against her pale skin. The visual was the final trigger, the dam in your mind breaking completely.

You let go, a powerful, pulsing surge of white hot seed erupting from your cock. The first thick ropes landed squarely on her chest, the warmth of the fluid contrasting with the cool air of the lounge. You groaned, your body shuddering as you painted her skin in long, visceral streaks of pearlescent white. You watched with a predatory satisfaction as the cum splattered across the curve of her breasts, some of it sliding down into the valley between them, others clinging to the champagne silk of her dress.

Maya let out a long, shuddering exhale, her body finally going limp against the red velvet. She didn't move to clean herself, instead watching the way your chest heaved as you slowly regained your breath. The room returned to its heavy, amber silence, broken only by the distant, muted throb of the club's bass. You stood there for a moment, looking down at the wreckage of the encounter, the sight of her marked by your release providing a primal sense of ownership that felt far more satisfying than the act itself.