Doggy style

You gripped her hips with a possessive force, hauling her off the velvet cushions and flipping her over. You pressed her chest and stomach flat against the crimson fabric, forcing her into a deep, arching doggy style position. Her ass was tilted high, an invitation written in the curve of her spine, and you didn't hesitate to slam back into her. The angle changed, allowing you to hit her deeper, the impact of your pelvis against her backside creating a loud, slapping rhythm that echoed through the silent lounge. Maya let out a loud, guttural scream, her fingers digging into the velvet as you hammered into her with a relentless, driving pace.

The friction increased, the heat of her interior tightening around you like a vice. On one particular, harsh stroke, you felt a sudden and violent shift in sensation. The muted feeling vanished, replaced by a vivid, magnified rush of heat and wetness that flooded your nerves. It was a jolt of pure, unadulterated sensitivity that felt almost overwhelming, as if a veil had been ripped away and you were suddenly, intimately exposed to every pulse and ripple of her internal walls.

You paused, the sudden change in tactile feedback triggering a warning in your mind. You slowly slid your cock halfway out, the wet skin sliding against her pussy with a slick, heavy sound. You looked down, and the amber light of the room revealed the truth, the latex had snapped, leaving a jagged, torn remnant of the condom clinging to your base. You looked up at Maya, but she remained oblivious, her face buried in the velvet, her breathing a series of ragged, desperate sobs as she waited for the next thrust.