Cum on her.

You pull out and her eyes go wide as you crouch over her, stroking yourself rapidly. She watches with hungry eyes, goading you on, her hand working frenziedly on her clit, her arms pinning her breasts together. "All over me," she pants. "All over me, yeah, all over, yeah, yeah, yeah..."

You cum, ropes of white spraying out to land on her tits, her exposed middriff, her face, some of it landing in her blonde hair, some of it caught on her tongue as she sticks it out to lap up whatever she can. It keeps going and going, leaving her a sitcky, white-covered mess, a fact she seems more than happy with. One hand rubs your seed into her skin, spreading it everywhere, while the other keeps working at her cunt and soon she cums, her mouth open in a wide, silent O, her eyes rolling back into her head, her whole body arched off the floor and trembling.

Finally she collapses, falling into place, her eyes closed. "Mmm..." she sighs, langrously rubbing your seed into her skin still, licking her juices, and yours off her fingers with evident delight.

She recovers quickly and rises to all fours, crawling towards you. With her pink tongue extended, she delicately and thoroughly licks you clean, taking you into her mouth and sucking as she pulls back to get the last traces. She runs her tongue over her lips and smiles.

"Mmm...very nice, Tiger." She notices a small droplet letft on one knuckle and sucks it off. "Let's go get you your payment for...services rendered." She buttons up her uniform--somehow--and smooths her skirt down, rearranging her hair into some semblance of order. She opens the door and heads down the hallway.

As you follow her, watching her tight little ass switch back and forth underneath that white skirt. She pulls a slip of paper out from one of the pockets stretched across her breasts, and unclips a pen from the other, writing something as she walks. Before handing you off to the short black-haired nurse, now manning the desk, she hands you the paper and walks off.

It's a business card for the Daphne Center for Reproductive Health, with their logo, address, and phone number. Written on the opposite side, in bright pink which, if you remember correctly, matched her nail polish, is written the following. "Call me, Tiger. 555-5624. Leanne."

Looks like this turned out to be a very successful venture.