The direct way.

Sighing, you unzip your trousers behind her back and fish your exhausted cock out, willing it to get hard. Waiting for Melissa to put the knife down, you stride over to her, grab her by the throat and pin her to the wall. "Wait, what are you doing?" she screams, trying to pry your fingers away. You ignore her, bunch up her skirt and yank her panties down to her knees.

The two of you wince uncomfortably when you shove your cock into her dry pussy, but it quickly moistens as you keep thrusting into her. Her mouth opens, but unsure if she is going to scream or moan, you cover it with your hand. She struggles against you, beating against your arm and chest but loses strength as pain gives way to pleasure.

Your brow furrows in intense concentration, and you stare deep into her eyes as a pitiful amount of cum shoots out of your cock. But it seems to have done the trick. Her eyes flutter and immediately you feel her relief and joy, content that she can bring you satisfaction. Panting, your rest your forehead on hers and drop your arms to your side. Melissa hooks her thumbs into your belt loop and pulls you in even closer, and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

But your rest is short lived as someone else starts knocking on your door. "Oh, fuck me," you groan, pulling out of Melissa.

"If you get rid of them, I will," she grins, shimmying off her panties and throwing them somewhere discreet.

Hiding your wince, you put your cock away and answer your door.