Jessica felt small spurts of warm liquid extrude from his cock and land on her back as he retracted again. He continued to lap away at the now saliva-saturated soft fabric covering Jessica’s most sacred area, detecting a steadily increasing river of secretions coming from deep within the confines of her panties. There was no way that she was going to let an episode like that happen again. As Buster’s haunches continued to slam repeatedly into his master’s backside, Jessica noticed with teary eyes that she could distinctly feel a swinging sack smashing into her clit. Fortunately, the stinging in her eyes had abated, no doubt after being cleansed with her tears. Her eyes became as wide as dinner plates when she realized what it was. She removed the soiled comforter from the bed, rolled it up, and piled it in the corner of the room to be dealt with in the morning. All he knew is that the fire in his groin had to be satisfied.
