Alice felt his semen starting to leak out, trickling past his shrinking cock and dripping into his pubic hair and down his balls.
"You want to lie next to me now?" he asked, kissing her on the neck.
"I like the feel of you inside me," she said, still a bit dreamy. But when she flexed her internal pink muscles, affectionately hugging and squeezing him, it only pushed him out. Sighing, she dismounted, arched her back and stretched her legs to get comfortable, then snuggled up against him.
"That was a really hot little fantasy!" he stroked her hair paternally.
"I fucking love it, pretending to be an innocent little girl, surprised that an older man wants to have me, to spoil me and bribe me into letting him get his cock inside me, or --" she kissed him on the cheek playfully, "Having a masterful man just take me hard because he wants my tight pussy more than anything in the world."
"A little whore or a dream-girl violated by a studly villain?"
"Exactly!" She smiled mischievously, "If you'd known I had those fantasies when I lived with you, would you have been tempted to...?"
"Oh yes," he said seriously, without hesitation, "Even without knowing your fantasies I was tempted to pull up your skirt, rip your panties off, put my hand over your mouth to keep you from screaming and just ram myself inside you, forcing you to orgasm like the horny bitch Muriel and I knew you were deep down."
"Oooohhh!" she shivered, "I would have just fucking LOVED that!"
"But of course I couldn't," he continued equally seriously, "And Muriel wouldn't have done it either. We had responsibilities."
"I wonder what her fantasies were..."
"She told me she wished she could grab you by the neck with one hand and force her fist up your cunt with the other, show you how an orgasm could be really brain-busting with lack of oxygen."