You're not on the pill, but he doesn't pull out in time!

"Mmmmm," you groan as you ride Mr. Wood's big prick. "No, I'm not on the pill."

His fat cock slams in and out of your sopping pussy with a slap of flesh each time his hips hit your damp thighs.

"Oh," he groans, "should I pull out and cum?"

"Yeah," you grind your pussy down on him and squeeze him with your inner muscles, "just shoot your load on my ass."

You lay on top of his big belly and kiss him. You're both sweating heavily now and the kiss has a salty taste. Mr. Wood's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass and he pulls apart your cheeks as he levers himself up and into your pussy.

He breaks the kiss.

"I'm almost there," he moans, "gonna.."

You sit up and reach between your legs to pull him out, but the movement doesn't work as planned. Your legs are not in the right position to lift up from his dick and instead you manage to bury his prick all the way into your clenching cunt.

"Oh fuck!" He cries, a mixture of fear and ecstasy in his tone.

Something drives the older man on, he can't pull out in this position, but he doesn't even stop. He rams his cock home and explodes deep inside you, his hot sperm spurting into your womb. With each deep thrust another blast of his cum erupts in your pussy. It squishes and oozes out around his dick even as he pumps more into your cunt.

"Oh god," he groans, "I-I'm sorry."

He still thrusts twice more, finishing himself inside you before he withdraws his dick from your cum-washed pussy. You squeeze his sperm out in the hopes that you avoided any problems.

"Shit," you curse and roll off of him.

"Oh, Joy," he sits bolt upright. "I'm sorry!"

"Damn it," you finger your aching pussy trying to scoop his cum out. "It's not your...fault..."

You leave a mess of semen and girlcum between your legs on the animal print comforter. Mr. Wood looks at you with concern.