Mercy must have lost consciousness momentarily, because the next event she was aware of was Dave repositioning her tenderly on her back so that he could continue to fuck her. “I came,” Mercy murmured.
“I noticed,” Dave smiled. “I heard it and I felt it, and after awhile I’m going to taste it. But first I think you need some more cock.” And, pulling her legs up around his waist, he proceeded to give her exactly that.
Dave fucked her steadily, for what seemed like a long time, and Mercy was starting to get the feeling that she was about to come again. She wanted to, of course, but she wasn’t sure if she could take it in her weakened state, and she certainly wanted to be conscious when another of her dreams came true: the long cherished dream of a hard cock spurting its hot load deep into her pussy.
“Oh, Mary, I think I’m coming,” Dave blurted. “I can’t hold it back any more, Mary. Do you want me to come?”
“Yes, Dave, I want you to come! I want you to come inside me! I want all your hot spunk in my pussy!”
“NO, DAMMIT!” the intercom blared. “You’re supposed to be afraid of getting knocked up, and you make him pull out and come all over you! I want to see her soaked with cum. One good shot on the belly, a squirt on the tits, and then a messy facial. DO NOT COME IN HER –”
But, alas, this instruction came a moment too late. Or perhaps Dave came a moment too soon. Dave was known as a master of control, but Mercy’s plea for his hot spunk was too much for him, and his sticky load burst out of him, filling Mercy’s narrow channel completely with the first shot. Mercy shrieked her delight as he drew back and thrust deep into her again, expelling his first blast of jism back onto his own quivering balls even as his second shot spurted into her. Mercy counted each spasm of his thick cock as he emptied himself into her.
When at last he was calm, Mercy kissed him tenderly. “You came in my pussy, ” she whispered.
“I didn’t mean to, honey,” Dave murmured feebly. “I tried to pull out; I really did.”
“I know, baby,” Mercy crooned. “Don’t worry about it. And maybe you can get it right next time, hmmm? But for right now, I’m laying in a big puddle of cum, so maybe you could help me clean up a little?”
“I couldn’t possibly get up right now,” Dave mumbled.
“Oh, you don’t need to get up out of bed,” Mercy said thoughtfully as she rolled him onto his back. “I’ll be happy to help you.” And help she did, as she straddled his head and let his freshly deposited load of spunk drizzle out of her newly reamed pussy and directly into his open mouth.
As Dave lapped at her ravaged slit, Mercy looked back over her shoulder. “Did you catch that, Intercom? Was that hot enough for you?”
The only response was a rapid and repeated slapping sound. Intercom was apparently beating his own meat.
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