Paying for pizza-3

He didn’t seem to hear her. He started to thrust, his hips beating a heavy rhythm. She let him build up a good sweat and then she tried again.

“I’m your little whore,” she said.

He came. She could feel it in her womb. He was filling her with his seed. She could feel it in his taut hips and muscular back. When he finished, he propped himself on his elbows and looked at her. He pulled his cock from her and his semen seeped from her pussy.

“You came inside me?” she asked.

“But not in your mouth,” he said.

He slipped between the back of the couch and her small body. He put his hand between her legs and stroked her weeping labia. It felt good to her.

“I’m not using birth control,” she said into the quiet.
He sighed, slipped two of his fingers between her legs.

She laughed softly. He was incorrigible. She tried to push his hand from her pussy, but he wouldn’t be denied. He curled his fingers to stroke her G-spot. Her breathing became heavier. She closed her legs on his hand.

“I’ll get you some emergency contraception after my shift,” he said.