Continue riding

You put your hands on his chest and continue swirling your hips against him. A moment later you hear him groan. An animalistic instinct tells you to impale yourself on him as deep as you can, but a second before you do so his hand swipes between the two of you. Suddenly there is a void inside you, and your body slams down on top of his hand, trapping it between your bodies. Several warm jets of semen splash against the inside of your leg.

Waylon sighs, "whoa, that was close. Let me get cleaned up and we'll head to bed now."

Waylon grabs some tissue from the end table and wipes off your leg and his stomach.