Overtly

You reached up and gripped her hips, your fingers digging into her flesh as you suddenly hoisted her upward. With a swift, clinical motion, you reached down and gripped the base of the condom, pulling it off with a sharp, wet snap. The latex flew from your shaft and landed with a soft, tacky sound directly on her heaving chest. Maya looked down at the discarded plastic, her eyes widening in a flash of sudden panic. She started to protest, her voice a frantic whisper of warnings about the risk and the lack of protection, but you didn't let her finish the sentence.

You didn't give her a chance to argue or reconsider. You gripped her waist with a bruising strength and slammed your raw cock back into her with a singular, violent force. The impact was electric, a sudden surge of heat that made you growl low in your throat. The sensation was magnified a thousand times, the direct contact of skin on skin feeling like a physical combustion. Maya let out a strangled scream, her nails digging deep into your shoulders as her body buckled under the sheer, unshielded intensity of your entry.

The wetness of her was now a lubricant without a filter, and the sliding friction felt visceral and dangerous. You drove into her with a relentless, punishing pace, the sound of your hips colliding echoing through the silent VIP lounge like a heartbeat. You could feel every ridge and fold of her interior, the pulsing heat of her walls squeezing you in a desperate, suffocating grip. Maya stopped fighting, her protests dissolving into incoherent whimpers of pleasure and shock, her head lolling back as you claimed her completely, raw and unfiltered, in the amber glow of the crimson room.