He sticks to the deal and finishes in your pussy.

Without warning, he pulls out of your mouth and breathily says "On the desk, girl."

You comply with ****, standing up and laying your bare body flat over the wooden surface of his desk. It's cold against your skin.

He turns to face you, and it seems the sight of your exposed rear is enough to set him off. He starts to cum into the air, spraying liquid over your backside before he can manage to slot himself into you.

It seems he managed to save most of his gift for you though. Despite his premature finishing, the moment he's inserted himself into your pussy he doesn't hesitate at all to start filling up your depths with hot seed, pumping it as deep into your womb as he can reach. He milks every last drop he can into you, before finally pulling out with a trail of cum dripping from between your legs.{if PregnancyKnown =True} __

Whatever. It's not like he can me more pregnant.{else}

"Happy, asshole? You wanted to knock me up, that it?"

He groans and grunts, still recovering from his orgasm. Eventually he manages to get a response through the haze.

"If I did, that's not my problem. You agreed to this. Show our kid the world outside, eh?"

"Go fuck yourself."{endif}