In all my many wonderful sexual encounters, only a few it was left in a puddle of my juices. That was until I became pregnant with twins...
I was insatiable, left to pleasure myself while he was away at work. My orgasms, more electrifying than ever, were something I found myself in need of multiple times a day. I'd walk to the room to put away laundry, and from my bedside drawer I hear my vibrator calling my name. Then one late night, after many orgasms from his mouth, hands, and delicious hard cock, he has me laid out with my legs spread open. He puts his leg over one of mine and with one strong arm he has my arms secured above my head. He is not done with me yet. He is playing in my warm, wet folds, where my clit is still pulsating. I feel my heart beating faster, I feel my pleasure growing. It's too much, too intense. I try and release myself from his overpowering grip, but he tightens his grip. His fingers move faster and stronger. His mouth is biting my nipple, I'm now breathing hard, and biting his shoulder. My hands grabbing for whatever they can, his back. I'm about to explode, it feels so good it hurts. I explode,my nails drag across his back. My free leg wraps around him. As he vigorously rubs my clit, I keep cumming. I feel warm liquid pouring out of me, squirting his arm, and our legs. He is loving it. I am lost in orgasm. He keeps going, and the warm juices continue to run. Slowly the trickling stops. I collapse completely to the bed. I begin to regain the ability to use my brain. I feel the pool I am lying in, and am surrounded by. It is me. It is him, what he does to me. Our bed is soaked.

Since this night, almost every orgasm (even self induced) end with a puddle. And I mean puddle. Imagine the sound of someone peeing on tile, now imagine that pee being replaced with hot, orgasmic juices. Shooting out of my pussy as I cum.