It made me want a big bowl of pasta with alfredo sauce :tongue:
Really though.. it was my man. A very, very long time ago (10 and a half years actually). He kept bringing himself to the edge, and stopping to finger/lick me while he calmed down a bit so he could just keep fucking me. It was one of the first times we actually had the house to ourselves, usually we'd have to either fuck in my car or get a room.. so we were happy to have a whole night of privacy without having to pay for it.
We were missionary on my bedroom floor, and when he was ready he just pulled it out and blew all over me.. it was on my stomach, my tits, my face, and even on the floor above my head. It turned me on in a sense, but I had already been satisfied myself... we went at it for a few hours that particular night.. so it was more like, one of those 'cherry on top' situations.