Maya's upper body slumped forward, her soft chest flattening against the wooden table, her breath ragged and trembling as I slowly drew my cock out of her wet, throbbing hole.
Unlike with Trisha earlier, the condom didn't get snagged inside her pussy.
Instead, it clung tightly to me, following the full length of my shaft as I pulled out.
When I finally withdrew fully, I glanced down—the tip of the condom was stretched taut, bulging from the thick pressure of my cock, and through the translucent rubber, I could clearly see a generous glob of my semen pooled at the end.
I peeled the condom off slowly, watching it sag heavily with my cum. Then, with practiced ease, I tied it at the end to seal it and hooked it onto the side of Maya's panties—leaving it dangling like a filthy trophy.
Now, both Trisha and Maya had one condom each, filled to the brim with my sperm, hanging seductively at the sides of their hips.
But we weren't done—not by a long shot.
