Tell him to pull out

Your legs are spread wide as you lay on your back with Tom Cleft thrusting his throbbing fuck stick in and out of your juicy slit. His mouth is against yours, his tongue hungrily exploring between your lips as his thighs slap against yours and the raging spear of his meat fucks your teenage pussy. You know he is about to fill your fertile womb with his seed and you know you had better act quickly. You get your hands between the press of his body and yours and you push him up. He breaks his kiss and looks at you with surprise.

"Pull out," you cry. "Don't cum inside me."

For a moment disappointment flickers across his face, then he sits back on his knees and thrusts into you again and again. He holds your legs up by the backs of your knees and his balls press into the crack of your ass. He looks down at you, his thrusts becoming more intense and slow. He reaches down and you gasp as you feel his cock pull out of your aching little cunt. He leans forward, jerking the glistening shaft of his dick, the purple head aimed over your belly.

"Oh fuck yeah," Tom groans. "Here it cums."

A thick stream of white spunk bursts from the head of his cock and splashes up to your throat, decorating the valley between your tits and the underside of your breast with a warm coating of cock cream.

You sit up, taking the warm gushes of cum on your breasts, massaging Tom's spunk into your tits until they glisten. You forget all about Sara standing beside the bed and you wantonly grab her husband's spewing stick and aim the last of his load at your face. Spunk dribbles across your lips and down your chin.

You lick his cock clean, tasting your juice, wrapping it in your lips and sucking it even as it grows soft. You finally release his cock from your mouth and look over to see Sara looking very cross at you. You give her a guilty shrug. For the time being, she says nothing.