Fuck her slow

The pace shifted from a violent assault to a slow, agonizingly deep exploration. You sank into her with a deliberate grace, savoring the way her internal walls gripped you with a visceral intensity. You could feel every ripple, every pulse, and every minute twitch of her muscles as you glided inside her. You watched her face, her eyes half closed and clouded with a heavy, drugged pleasure, while you focused on the friction of your cock sliding against her drenched walls. The lack of latex amplified everything, turning the sensation into a deafening roar of pleasure that threatened to snap your control.

You gripped her wrists, pinning them against the red velvet, and began to move in a slow, grinding rhythm. Each thrust was an intentional act, a way to map every inch of her interior. You felt her breath hitch and her hips stutter, her body trembling under the weight of a climax that was slow and inevitable. As you pushed deeper, the tension in your lower back coiled like a spring, and the familiar, electric surge of an orgasm began to build in the base of your spine. You were hovering on the precipice, your vision blurring as the pleasure reached a fever pitch.

"I'm close," you rasped, your voice a jagged, guttural sound that vibrated against her neck. You felt the first few contractions of your release beginning to trigger. Maya's eyes snapped open, a flash of urgency crossing her face. She didn't panic, but she gripped your shoulders and pushed you back, her voice urgent as she reminded you to pull out. She arched her chest upward, the champagne silk of her dress pushed up to her chin, and pointedly asked you to cum on her tits.