Slavery: A series of erotic games (book 04)
Julia cleaned me off.
We were cuddled together on the bed, basking in the aura and relaxation of completed and wonderful sex, prime fucking, all three of us replete.
Becky said, "I suppose if I got a girlfriend, I wouldn't have to start birth control again."
As relaxed as I was, it took about ten seconds for that sentence to impinge on my actual, conscious, wide awake, logical brain.
"What?"
"Birth control. I won't need it if I get a girlfriend. You know, no sperm."