Pull out

The suggestion hit you with a rush of heat, the idea of filling her to the brim feeling like the only logical conclusion to the night. But as you looked at her, you saw the fragility beneath the champagne silk, the hidden cracks in the confidence she wore like armor. The thought of a permanent connection, of a child tied to this beautiful, broken stranger, was a weight you weren't willing to carry. You didn't want her in your life for more than a few hours, let alone for a lifetime.

You summoned every ounce of remaining self control, your muscles screaming in protest as you fought the biological urge to stay buried. With a guttural groan, you ripped yourself out of her wetness at the last possible second. The sudden void caused her to gasp, her body shuddering as the peak finally crashed over her in a series of violent, internal pulses. You didn't let the momentum die; as you moved off her, the first rope of your cum splattered across the swollen, glistening lips of her pussy with a wet, heavy thud.

You didn't stop there, the release continuing in powerful, rhythmic surges that left you shaking. You shifted your weight, your gaze locked on her wrecked expression, and shot three more thick ropes of cum across her face. The hot, white streaks landed across her flushed cheeks and her parted, red lips, masking the curated perfection of her makeup with the raw evidence of your pleasure. Maya lay still, blinking up at you through the haze of exertion, the scent of sex and sweat filling the crimson lounge as the silence returned, heavy and satisfied.