“Oh god!” she yells. “Pull out, before you get me pregnant!” You attempt to oblige her, but your swollen knot sticks firmly in her squeezing pussy, locking you into place. After a few fruitless tugs, you give yourself up to your orgasm with an apology, slumping against her heaving chest and helplessly dumping the rest of your load into the twitching woman. Both of your orgasms finish up and you finally manage to pull out of her; the two of you lie there breathing raggedly for several minutes. Sheila breaks the silence first.
“Ahh, you dipstick!” she gripes. “You came in me!”
“Sorry,” you gasp, almost too spent to speak.
“You better be, mate,” she teases. Kissing your cheek gingerly, she murmurs, almost too quietly to hear, “... you’re still the best.”
You lie in the sun for some time as she strokes the smooth, light skin of your chest, then get up and collect your gear. “Um... see you later, ok?” she says.