#64573 - We both groan aloud as your vagina starts tugging on my penis seemingly from everywhere at once, and I spray a second, a third, a fourth, and a fifth great jet of my sticky seed strands deep into your uterus, followed by a sixth considerably weaker shot. As my tented undies rub up against your panties and the soft, moist treasure that is already beginning to weep with longing to embrace its manly companion in a hearty welcome home, my eager hands slide up from your hips and around your back to the clasp of your bra. So enraptured are you by my kisses to your neck and collar bone that by the time you think to follow my lead and start unhooking my belt, I have already worked your skirt down over your hips and thighs, and it has joined your blouse on the floor.