Jesse walks in

Carli worked her mouth on your shaft, polishing and sucking with an enthusiasm Jesse never showed. You could even feel her spit dripping onto your balls! She'd deepthroat you and waggle her tongue against where shaft met sack. Her lengthy tongue would curl around and hold one of your testicles hostage. You had always wondered why someone as fit as Ken would stay with pale, flat chested, frankly crazy-eyed Carli.

Now you knew. Curly hair and blowjobs for a king.

"Cum right down my throat, daddy," Carli spat a hunk of slobber onto your cockhead, "Ken might be my boyfriend - soon to be hubby after he finds out about our baby. But you will always, always, aaalllwaaayyysss," she stressed the last one as she stroked up and down your drenched shaft, "...be Carli's daddy."

You erupted all over her face. She squeaked and squealed as you moaned, painting her face with thick globs of your potent seed.

"Marking me is just as good. Now you've marked your babygirl on the inside and outside." She leaned forward and gave the opening of your urethra a tender kiss, sucking any remnants.

The handle to your bedroom door turned. Your heart stopped. You attempted to cover up by thrusting your comforter over you both, but Carli stood up before you got a chance.

Jesse entered. "Hey baby, I've just had an awful day --" She froze.

She was met with the image of cum drenched naked Carli standing before her. And behind her, you with a terrified expression.