He pulls out.

Lara's muscles weren't responding properly: she lay on the bed weakly pushing back against Roth's onslaught, her legs hanging limply off the bed, her mouth agape as she moaned defeatedly into the tangled sheets. The most uncomfortable pleasure was shimmering into her bowls at Roth's every movement, not as overwhelming as the familiar pleasure she received from masturbating yet it was somehow...omnipresent. Her entire world was the thrusting cock up her asshole. It really wasn't at all like masturbating. It was better. This wasn't something she could control. She was being used. She was being used for Roth's pleasure...and she loved it. She couldn't really comprehend everything that was happening to her, the sensations were too powerful, but she clung to her domination like a raft as she drifted on the choppy waves of pleasure.

With no forewarning, Roth pulled out. "AUh! Aaah..." The slow collapse of her stretched bowels was almost more than Lara could handle and she called out in desperation. Why had it stopped? Why was she so empty? As she gasped out jumbled pleas of reinsertion "Roth" enjoyed the sight of his handiwork. In a twisted sort of way, since this was all really just in Lara's head, Lara's subconscious took a sadistic/masochistic pleasure from seeing her well-fucked body weakly spasming on the bed. Her skin shiny with sweat, her asshole gaping, and her hair a drenched mess over her head. The dom within her, the part controlling Roth, loved breaking down the prissy little bitch who always had to be the "good girl".