<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/>It was exactly when she slapped him that Mr. Slate knew he was going to cum.  He made two final thrusts with his hips before he withdrew from her and...  well, came.  But Mr. Slate was an abnormal man, and as such, his orgasms were abnormal, too.  When he came, it was as if a handful of ejaculate shot out from the tip of his dick, and splashed over her stomach.  But Mr. Slate couldn't stop cumming.  He still thrust his hips, his cock flopping around his pelvis like a windmill, shooting streams of ejaculate at intervals.  Cum sputtered all over them, and when all was said and done, Mr. Slate's cock was still as hard as steel and rearing to go.<br/><br/>He then slapped Ashley back, clutching her throat with his grasp.  He neared her, and then kissed her sweetly, before hissing:<br/><br/>"Miss Ashley, that felt so good."  He then scooped a white stream with a finger and lodged it over her lips, rubbing it in.   "Taste it.  Tell me what I taste like."