The girl jerked the guy off onto her panties

She lay on her back in panties, squeezing his cock with the cold mechanics of a gardener strangling a bird. He loomed, trembled, but didn’t come, frozen in zen emptiness, afraid to disappear along with his sperm. Her fingers sped up, commanding, but the orgasm never came. Then she unclenched her hand, smirked: “You’re alive, since you didn’t come.” On her panties there was no trace, only the moisture of her own power. He understood: purity is a death sentence. And there would be no next time.