Carrie squeezed her legs to keep him in, but the creamy yoke that had once been Todd's life was now an a runny nuisance. The flow only increased in volume. As she walked from the woman's room the gooey remnants of the poor little thing was being smeared on her other thigh. The sticky gel was creating quite a mess.
She felt a little guilty about terminating little Todd after she promised to nuture him. Well, she mused a little sadly, she was a woman now. She mustn't let her emotions get the better of her. He was only ejaculate, after all. The powerful musk of fresh semen invigorated her. The slurry of sperm and her own juices was so familiar, and memories of past liasions made her more than a little horny.
"My, my, poor Little Toddy," she talked to the goo as though it could understand. "What's become of you? I had bigger plans for you, that's for sure." A haughty grin lit her face, sudden realizing the irony of the remark. "What ever will I do with you now?
Carrie knew conception was not an option. There's no way she could make a baby out of the jelly pasted over her thighs. "Doubt there's enough of you left to make a decent baby."