Cover up the broken condom. Superspeed is helpful.

He picked her up, and laid her out on the loveseat, his cock dripping cum and moved quickly, retrieving a second condom from where Padma had retrieved hers. Nishi was still writhing in ecstasy and agony as the milker continued to pleasure her. Ultraboy ripped open the condom and pulled his cum from his cock and awkwardly shoveled it into the lubricated condom. Then he pinned Nishi to the ground and dug around inside her, pulling out as much of his cum as he could a quick tie ensured no spillage. Then a superspeed jaunt to the bathroom and a hand turning off Nishi’s milker meant that when Padma opened her eyes, warm in the afterglow of her pleasure she saw Nishi lying on the ground, soaked in sweat and Padma’s juices, and Bryce slowly getting dressed, a filled condom in his hand. It was a little less filled than she might have expected, but then again, he’d had the beautiful futa under his control for a while, and had already deflowered her, so clearly he’d cum quite a bit recently.

“You wanted this?” He asked, handing it over, looking almost as normal as he had when he walked in the door.

Padma’s blush was invisible under her flushed dark skin, but she was close to the beast she had been with Nishi’s tongue in her cunt, her leash in Padma’s hands, her breasts under her nails…

“Yes,” she said, straightening and rolling her skirt down, trying to ignore the ripped remains of her panties stuck to her cunt by her juices and Nishi’s ministrations.

She extended a slim hand and accepted the slimy thing (which was in fact far less slimy than she’d expected) and handled it with a distinct lack of care for someone who was used to dealing with bodily fluids of…unexpected properties.