On her.

Not wanting to knock Clarice up, you pull out just in time. After unleashing two giant loads on Doe's gorgeous face, you don't have much left to give, but you still have the range.

Your first shot sprays a shower of spermy droplets as far as you can, soaking the sheer fabric of Doe's bra. The next few streams reach progressively shorter distance, soiling Clarice's bra and tits, then draping her belly and pooling in her navel. You stroke your cock as your orgasm subsides, squeezing the last dribbling spurts onto Clarice's sparse thatch of pussy hair.

You groan in relief, and slump into your chair. Doe similarly dismounts from Clarice's face. She bends over Clarice's face and brushes away a few strands of hair plastered on her cheek and forehead. "Poor baby, passed right out," she says with a smile.

Clarice lies on your desk sleeping peacefully. Her angelic features are the picture of blissful innocence, save for the pussy juice encrusting them. Her natural breasts, still bound in semen-soaked lingerie, lie in slightly flattened mounds on her slowly heaving chest. One hand rests by her face while the other slowly massages her raw pussy, even while she sleeps. You smile in satisfaction, wondering what kind of dreams you've inspired in her sleeping head.

Doe looks down at her chest. The sheer fabric of the bra is darkened by your repeated one-man bukkake. Her hard nipples display prominently. With an exasperated sigh, she says, "Well, this bra is ruined. I won't even be able to wear it for the rest of the day." Saying so, she reaches behind to unclasp it, and drops it in a wastebasket.

Naked before you except for her heels, she places a hand on a kinked hip and strikes a pose. If you weren't so ridiculously satiated, you might even be aroused.

"Well stud, I have to get back to work," Doe says with a leer. She walks to where Clarice's clothes dangle from the corner of the file cabinet. She steps into her skirt, which is just a tad to narrow for her ample hips. As she wriggles her ass into the skirt, the slit along the thigh lengthens. By the time Doe manages to pull the skirt up to a decent height, the skirt has torn all the way up thigh so you can see the dimples of her ass.

"Damn, I won't even be able to bend over," Doe mutters to herself. She braces her hands on her knees and bends over to examine the thin material stretch dangerously over her ass.

"And that's such an important part of your job," you say with a grin. Meanwhile, you enjoy the show as the topless Doe squeezes her giant mammaries together with her upper arms, leaving you to drool over her fully exposed cleavage.

Smirking at you, Doe picks up Clarice's top and tries it on for size. The sleeves are the right length, but the distance around the chest is far too small. Because Doe popped the top button off, there is no way to wrap the blouse around her melons, and she must content herself with leaving the first three buttons undone. Nonetheless, the blouse remains tight enough to squeeze her tits together. The bottom of her cleavage, where the rounded curves of her mounds begin to separate, is just visible at the 'V' of the neckline. Her nipples form dark purple bumps beneath the taut, powder-blue fabric.

Doe wipes the last bit of dried cum from her forehead, nose, and the corner of her eye. She does the best she can to straighten out the unruly strands of hair stiffened by your protein. "I'm as ready as I ever will be," she tells you, with an ironically glamorous toss of her head.

She leans over the still **** Clarice and places a gentle kiss on her glistening pink lips. "Sweet darling, but so selfish," she whispers. "She didn't even make me cum before she passed out." Doe looks at you with smoldering eyes.

You suddenly realize that, after all this, Doe is still hot and heavy, **** for release. But you are completely spent. Perhaps keeping her horny is the best plan anyway: you'll want her ready for tomorrow, after all.