You should clean up.

Your sweat marked skin rapidly begins to cool, even as more of Sir's hot seed flows into your body. As a result you feel hot and cold at the same time, your skin beginning to prickle and shiver even as your womb glows. Not that there's much you can do about it just now, your meek body still hanging limply in Sir's grip. You're still so overwhelmed by it all that tears are streaming down your face due to the simple intensity of the experience, a ditzy smile on your face as you spend what little energy you have rubbing your ass into Sir. Even as Sir's cock softens it remains inside you, a good a predator he is to keep it inside you for so long, making sure every sperm gets its chance to knock you up. His grip has softened now, one hand gentle supporting you while the other lovingly caresses your ass, making you want to purr. Eventually, however, he does pull himself free of your body and sits down upon the hay next to you. You mewl in distress as you immediately miss his presence; your weakness crying out for his strength and domination.

"Come here, Bunny," Sir suddenly instructs, reaching out and lacing his fingers through your hair once again. He doesn't yank hard this time, rather he gently caresses you and pulls you towards his lap. You love it when he's gentle with you, but the pleasure you still feel through your aches reminds you how much you love it when he makes you hurt too. "And keep your ass up! I don't want you wasting a drop!"

Slowly you obey, crawling forward with your soft ass thrust in the air. You know that all of Sir's seed is precious and so you arch your spine as much as you can, not only to obey Sir and try to stop any from spilling out, but to try and drive it deeper into your body.

"Do you know what to do now?" Sir asks as your bowed head comes level with his lap, your long, beautiful hair gently trailing against his leg.

"I...I think so Sir..." you pant, your eyes taking in the sight of Sir's cock, the source of your impending pregnancy. You don't want to presume anything, Sir is smarter than you, Sir is better than you, but you've long had dreams of a man like Sir; you've read so many stories, touched yourself and screamed while watching movies where weak girls like you are put in their place. Already you are struggling to keep your tongue in your mouth, so certain you are that now that Sir has gifted your body so generously, it is your duty to clean him.

"Oh...you're such a good girl Bunny," Sir smiles as he looks at your needy face. "Go on...clean me up like a good girl should."

"Yes Sir," you pant in response, leaning forward and gently lapping at his dick, smiling yourself as it stiffens under your touch. You dimly remember one of your teachers when you...when Lisa was in school saying it seemed nothing smart would ever came out of your mouth. You remember Lisa being so mad about it, but you know now that he was right. Your a dumb bunny, and it doesn't matter what comes out of your mouth...just what you do with what you put in.

Slowly, gently, you ease your lips about the head of Sir's dick, your tongue continuing to lap and roll around it as you sink down his length. Unconsciously your ass moves with your tongue, your hips gyrating as you work your way down. Deflated, taking his whole cock in your mouth should be an easier task, but you swell with pride as he swells with blood, the size of your task increasing right inside your mouth.

"Oh yessssss Bunny," Sir smiles in approval as you slowly draw your way back up, carefully drinking in all the juices as you go. "Oh, if only all the girls I met knew to be good girls like you."