Now for an actual on-topic post that directly addresses the questions at hand.
Sometime in my late 20s I was pretty seriously dating a woman and we had a pretty good sexual gig going. We were very attracted to each other and quite compatible emotionally and physically. She was brilliant and funny and a little kinky and could get me to do things like no one else. We always would take our time in bed and often explored new things at a leisurely pace.
One night we were getting ready to go somewhere semi-formal. I don't remember where now. Of course I was ready first, suit and tie and wingtips on and all that. So I was doing one of my favorite things, watching her put on makeup and get dressed. Soon the inevitable happened and I was kind of leaning in the doorway touching myself through my slacks, watching her, admiring the lift and sway of her big breasts as she worked cosmetic magic. She noticed the bulge and dropped to her knees, undoing my belt and slacks. Soon my pants were around my ankles and she was doing her level best to get my entire cock down her throat (she's the only one who could ever actually do it, bless her). After just a minute of me not blowing a load she declared the need for a "quickie."
She stood up, walked to the bed, dropped her skirt and panties and bent over, putting her hands on the bed. "Get over here and get it in me, now." Turns out she was really aroused by the whole thing--I think she was on a bit of a power trip, having given me a hard-on just by applying lipstick--and was ready to come about 20 seconds after I shuffled over (no time for dealing with pants, dammit!) and entered her.
She said, "I'm getting close...are you?"
I said, "sure, you said you wanted a quickie."
"Give it to me hard," she said, "but pull out and come on my ass and back--oh, oh OH..." Because the instant she demanded a hard fuck, I went at it and she came right away.
About 20 seconds later as I was fetching her a warm washcloth (and a towel and a mop and some sawdust for the floor...) she explained she wanted me pull out because between how "stretched" I made her and the size of the loads I often left that her panties would have been "squishy" all night.
I think I can't remember where we went because we never actually left my apartment after that comment.