In the early days, when I was having sex with another teenager that certainly didn't want to be pregnant as I didn't, I would pull out before I came.
Not sure if 100% of my sperm ended up on her stomach, or only 95%, but I grew to love the look of the thick milky slime on the soft skin of the girl below me. Co-mingled with her soft and thin pubic hair.
I would - foolishly - reenter her with my erection, which was getting hard again, as the wet lubrication of the thickening cum smashed into my own public hair, and foamed up against her pubic bone against mine.
The secondary spasm of orgasm would pull through my groin as I managed to get another deep shudder, not entirely connected with a spurt of semen, but rather related to the warm and wet muscular convulsions of the pussy, the vagina, and the cock spending their last attempts at feeble, instinctual fertile lunging.
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