Rather than impatient and frustrated, he felt calm and centered awaiting the traffic light controlling his usual freeway on-ramp. Commuting to work was a lot easier to take on a morning like this. His spent cock slumped in his pants, slowly leaking the sticky remnants of the load he’d shared with his girlfriend a few minutes earlier. He mused on the millions of sperm he’d pumped deep inside her unprotected pussy, filling her with his warm essence. Even now, they were swimming strongly, searching for her egg as she lay on her side in their bed, her hole streched wide. dozing contentedly in a haze of endorphins, her well-fucked cunt oozing a cocktail of her copious luxuriant nectar and his pearly-white cream. The feel of the same potent mixture coating his cock connected him to her despite the distance. He imagined his balls working hard to replenish his sperm and took a long pull on the water bottle he’d brought with him. He was still pleasantly surprised at the volume of thick, rich semen he’d been able to summon for her this morning, only a few hours after their session the night before. Perhaps his body was rising to the occasion, somehow knowing she would soon ovulate. Though he probably wouldn’t have quite as much seed ready for her by the time he returned home, he knew they’d both want him to shoot it the only place it belonged: right up against her soft, open cervix.
The traffic light turned green and he accelerated smoothly onto the ramp. It was going to be a good day.