Put on a condom

You reached into your pocket, your fingers brushing against the small, square packet of a condom. You tore it open with a single, decisive motion, the plastic snapping as you rolled the latex over your length. The fit was tight, a second skin that barely contained the pressure of your arousal. You looked down at her, seeing the way her red lips remained parted, her breathing still shallow and erratic. The dominance of the moment belonged entirely to you, and you could see the silent invitation in the way she watched you prepare for her.

You didn't give her time to recover. You gripped her waist and flipped her over with a sudden, powerful surge of strength, pressing her chest and stomach deep into the crimson velvet of the couch. Her breasts were crushed against the fabric, her hips arching instinctively into the air, presenting her pussy to you like a sacrifice. The champagne silk of her dress was now a chaotic ruin around her waist, leaving her pale, trembling backside exposed to the dim light of the lounge. You knelt behind her, your thighs bracing against the cushions, and positioned the head of your cock against her drenched opening.

You pushed inward with one steady, unrelenting thrust, the friction of the condom sliding against her slick walls as you buried yourself fully inside her. Maya let out a sharp, choked cry, her face burying itself in the velvet as her internal muscles clamped tight around you. You began to move, your pace starting slow and deep, each stroke driving her further into the cushions. The rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the silent VIP vault, a raw, visceral percussion that drowned out the memory of the world outside.