the massive cumshot that was sure to make the poor girl pregnant. After all, having one mouthy child was enough trouble in his life, the last thing he'd need is a second bastard demanding welfare cheques from his already taxed bank account.
"Get your knickers on love" he muttered in his dull tones, shooting his wet mess up her back, splattering her smart suit jacket in man-fat. "I'm done with you, now get this done" he adds, zipping himself before handing over a pile of paperwork which looked like...