Mei squealed when she got his reply, squirming in her chair in excitement. Sure, he’d ogled a waitress a little. They pulled out into traffic following his cab. The only remaining exception was a single flu strain that briefly made headlines, becoming known as the final flu. Xiu was tenderly kissing all over his neck and face and thanking him over and over again while luxuriating in a few more slow deep thrusts. Why did he want to escape, again? The virus didn’t want anything else around that could ever evolve into a competitor. His orgasm felt explosive and went on an on until it felt like he had completely emptied himself in her, but the virus made sure that only a single small spurt of semen actually came out. She was saying, “knock me up,” over and over again. He tried to put it all out of his mind. As Xiu climbed off of him with a look of utter joy and fulfillment on her face, the others had a brief struggle over who would be next.
