He entered her in one smooth thrust and gave her no time to adjust to his thickness before setting a punishing pace. It was not the frantic rage of before but a dominant assertion of power. Each stroke with the condom was a reminder of what she was being denied.
“This is what you get! You get my c**k, but not my c*m inside you. Not until you learn to obey.”
She took it, sobbing with pleasure and frustration, her body responding to every thrust even as her heart ached for the intimacy of his bare release.
After exquisite torture, he pulled out just before his climax, tore off the condom, and knelt between her legs. She watched, mesmerized, as he pointed his c**k at her quivering s*x and erupted with a groan, painting her thighs and her swollen lips with his hot load.
He collapsed after
