Finally she pulled off, her legs still weak from the intensity of her orgasm, the muscles giving little quivers as tiny aftershocks coursed through her. She felt the warm wetness inside her, but she couldn’t regret her decision not to stop when he’d warned her he was close. She had needed that orgasm so bad. And there was a chance they’d get lucky and dodge the bullet, right? As she did the math in her head she groaned. This was about the worse day possible for an “accident”.