Painting her...

You can feel it building up.
"I'm going to cum Tara..."
She squeals as her own orgasm passes through her in waves, shaking her leg and clawing your shoulders. "Ooommmm...."
You pull out, straddling her stomach as you pump a sprinkling of white onto her face, neck, chest and tits.
"Grrr......" your growl and groan as your balls empty. Tara slumps back, dazed and covered with your spunk.

"Mmm.... thank you James. That was lovely." She's touching the white sticky reward running down the front of her body.
"You better get cleaned up." You head out unceremoniously, reaching the bathroom just as Jared is vacating it.
You shower, get dressed, text Jack the location and tee time, and then head to the golf course.