Pull out and finish on her face

The friction was a searing heat, the wetness of her pussy acting as a lubricant for your relentless assault. You shifted your grip, your fingers bruising the soft skin of her thighs as you hammered into her, refusing to let her find a steady rhythm. Just as the tension in her body became an unbearable coil, she shattered again. Her internal walls spasmed in a series of rhythmic, crushing contractions that gripped your cock with an almost painful intensity. She screamed into your shoulder, her body vibrating with a second, deeper orgasm that left her limp and gasping in your arms.

You didn't linger in the afterglow. You pulled out of her with a sharp, wet sound, the sudden void leaving her shivering against the tiles. In one fluid motion, you ripped the condom from your length, the latex snapping as you discarded it on the floor. You didn't offer her a hand to stand; instead, you gripped her shoulder and guided her downward. She obeyed with a dazed, compliant grace, her champagne dress still bunched around her waist as she sank to her knees on the cold, bleach scented floor. She looked up at you, her red lips smeared and her expression one of total, exhausted surrender.

You stepped closer, the head of your cock pulsing and glistening. You grabbed her hair, tilting her head back to expose the pale length of her throat and the flushed skin of her cheeks. You didn't use her mouth, choosing instead to claim her face as the final mark of the night. With a sharp, guttural groan, you released your hold, your load erupting in hot, thick bursts across her skin. The white cream splattered across her cheek and forehead, a visceral contrast to the matte red of her lipstick. You watched her blink through the warmth of your seed, the silence of the restroom returning as you stepped back to survey your work.