Haha, what was it you always used to tell me?

"Ha, ha," his chuckle rumbled in his broad chest, pressed against your back. "What was it you always used to tell me?"

A sense of dread felt like it was deflating your heart as you remembered earlier exchanges about contraception. At the same time you felt something erotic flutter between your legs at the thought of having been pumped full of semen.

"W-w-what?" you half whimper, half pant.

He laughed again. "You were right. It feels so much better when it is skin against skin, and when you know you are pumping your seed deep into something."

Those had, indeed, been your plaintive words, as a guy...

"It must be horrible having your own spunk pressed back against and over your dick."

As he said it he slid his dick out of you. As a feeling of emptiness spread inside you there was no comforting 'slap' of the condom. Instead an ominous trickle of sticky fluid began to spread down your leg from your pussy.

Oh no...