Cum on her ass?

"Here it cums!" the Doctor grunted, and when Clara was on an upswing, he pulled his cock out and jacked it over her hot little ass as she pressed it against his hand. His cum spurted out hot and white over her sweaty bottom, covering her cheeks.

When his lengthy orgasm finally subsided, she just sat on him, both of them breathing hard until finally his cock started to soften. Clara stood and turned to him; her face was flushed partly with excitement and partly now with embarrassment. She was surprised at how much she had let go and given in, and to this stranger too. Though now that her head was clear, she began to put some things together and she thought she knew who Vance really was. She kept this revelation to herself however.

When his breathing began to return to normal, the Doctor was about to say something to Clara when the lighting in the room began to dim. Soon items were disappearing; the window, the wall fixtures and paneling, the couches. Soon he and Clara were naked in a dark empty space.

"What's happening?" Clara asked, and then she too was gone.

The Doctor began to look around and was going to launch into one of his famous rants, when his vision soon went black and he was aware no more.

He awoke in his clothes, lying on the floor of his TARDIS. He stood quickly and checked himself in the mirror. He was still in the guise of the good-looking young hunk.

"So the game is still afoot?" he asked no one in particular. "Excellent."