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[hxrnyxnmain]

God I wanna get knocked up partially as a fantasy more so as a reality

[a-fine-babe]

Hearing guys moan and groan as they cum is hella sexy.

[tastelessfashion]

That deep moan you do in her ear while you're all the way in her, will get her wetter then you think.

[greekdaddysurges]

😏☝🏻

[breedndontthink-deactivated2018]

I’ll do this more often then

[submissiveimpregnationfantasies]

I had fallen asleep on the floor of our baby’s bedroom. Warm, dark, quiet, the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of the outside. I also felt it might keep me safe, from your ravenous hunger. Lulled to dreamland by our daughter’s soft cooing, I laid my head upon my hands and closed my eyes, unbothered by my only covering being a thin t-shirt. As flimsy as it was, it was more than enough to keep me warm.

I must have been so deeply exhausted from a long day of motherhood that I never noticed you creep into the room and scoop me into your arms. I didn’t wake while you carried me down the hall to our bedroom. I didn’t even wake when you put me down on the bed, propping me up on a pillow and crawling between my legs.

It was only when I felt your fingers playing with my clit, that I finally snapped out of my slumber and back into reality. I moaned loudly, caught off guard by the sudden waves of pleasure radiating upwards. My heart clenched in fear as I felt you on top of me.

I had given birth to our daughter 8 months beforehand. I was wholly dedicated to raising your child, and it was tiring for me. I knew you were a little jealous that I was paying more attention to her, but you never vocalized it much. Till recently.

“I miss when you were pregnant.” You said to me, a few nights ago at dinner. “You were so cute when you were huge with my baby.”

I looked up from feeding our baby, her sucking eagerly from my breast. “You miss that? I was so helpless! You had to do almost everything for me.”

“Well yeah, but it was kind of nice. That big belly, you always needing me to help you walk or go up stairs or get food.” You leaned forward and put your hand on my stomach, “You I know, I make more than enough to hire a good nanny to help out…”

And at that moment, I knew you were going to fill me again. You slept pressed against me, hands on my belly, lips against the back of my neck. Your erection raged but I shrugged it off. I didn’t want to even begin thinking of conceiving again. Even with a nanny to help out, I couldn’t imagine going through that transformation again.

The second night I slept in the nursery, and only woke to climb into our bed early in the morning. You grumbled and pawed at me, but soon had to rise to go to work.

And now, you were hovering over me, fingers circling my clit, staring down at me. I knew what you were to do.

You were inside me in an instant. I couldn’t help but cry out, mostly in surprise. We hadn’t fucked since before the birth, and I had been working hard to return my body to complete normal. Your cock stretched my pussy immediately, filling me to an almost uncomfortable limit.

You groaned as you started thrusting. I tried to protest but you held my face into the bed, unconcerned with my wants. I was so vulnerable to your animalistic pleasures, unable to do anything to stop you on your quest to fill me with your seed again.

I tried to push against you, but I was too tired. You kissed my neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, whispering into my ear.

“I’m going to cum in you, again and again. I decided I’m going to keep you pregnant for a long, long time. I don’t care if I have to hire a different nanny for each baby I pump into you, you’re my wife and that means this womb belongs to me. You understand?”

I tried to shake my head but you growlrd, biting hard into my shoulder. Your thrusts increased in speed and power, making the bed creak loudly.

“You’re my wife and that means I can breed you whenever. Your body is mine.” You whispered menacingly, “Understand?”

I did. I didn’t want to, but I did. I knew it was my place to open myself to you and bear your children, no matter how degrading I thought that sounded. I loved you and I loved our family so much, how could I deny you?

I lay still as you pumped your first load of the night into me. You claimed me several more times that night, repeating your mantra about how you owned me. The third time you came in me, I finally realized I enjoyed the idea of being your permanent breeding stock. You smiled as I climbed onto you that morning, desperate to milk you dry once again. I accepted my place, thank you for putting me in it.

[courtesanemeritus]

A secret that we have is how submissive I can be.

[fuck-yourself-daily-deactivated]

Fill her heart with love and her pussy with cum.

[unbotheredmuse]

tryna bust a quickie at family events for the rest of my life with you

[bunny-domme]

Listen. I love when a cutie tries to act like they’re not a horny baby.

Like sweetie. I can see your red cheeks, I can see your thighs pressing together trying to get more friction. You’re probably thinking of me pressing you down and making a mess out of you right where we stand aren’t you? I see right through you.

[myinternalneeds]

I need to breed

So badly. It’s my calling.

[spermjackme]

It’s every woman’s calling and it will be the greatest joy of your life, taking all that hot raw cum and turning it into a giant round belly.

[sex-storytime]

Put me in the Club

He is my illicit lover. If my parents knew I was seeing him they would hit the roof. If they knew what he was doing to me right now… they’d kill him! But I loved Jeff and I loved feeling of his tongue against my pussy. He would gently stroke my clit with it, then run it along the length of my hairless slit, hard, like his cock did just before it penetrated me. The tip of his tongue would tease its way into my inner folds, then back to my clit again, and he’d turn gentle again, teasing, coaxing my trembling body ever closer to a climax.

I felt my pussy gushing as he sucked my engorged clit, gently tugging it between his lips, then stroking it again with his tongue, then pulling it back into his mouth, then his tongue, then his lips, back and forth until I worried my moaning would wake the kids. My muscles stiffened as she felt an orgasm building. I tensed every muscle in anticipation.

Then he stopped. The son of a bitch always knew just the right moment to back off, just when I was soooo close, just when I was desperate to be pushed over the edge. My clit cried out for more attention, but his tongue was probing my hole, an inch of it poking inside of me, reminding me that, soon enough there would be six inches of hard cock taking its place, stretching out my vagina from me labia all the way to me cervix.

I trembled in anticipation of that feeling, that feeling of being completely full, of having him inside of me completely, deeper than any man had ever been. I lived for that feeling. I have had relatively few cocks in me before I met him, and I worried that, because he was so much older than me, my sex life would settle into the kind of dull routine my married friends bitched about.

But Jeff made sure that wouldn’t happen. His cock never got tired of my pussy, and I knew that, as much as I loved being young and independent kids, with my career, I was never happier than when Jeff’s big cock was buried in my snatch. But first things first. I needed to cum, and I needed it badly.

“Please,” I moaned. But his tongue had moved down to my asshole, and he was circling my little pink rosebud as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks. I wondered if he’d fuck my asshole too. I didn’t mind anal, but I’d much rather have his cock in my vagina. He knew that. But I couldn’t say no to him, no matter what he wanted to do. He knew that too.

“Please,” I said again. “I need to cum. I need it so bad.”

He ignored me, engaged as he was with firmly pushing the tip of his tongue into my asshole.

“Jeff, please.” Then a pause. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just make me cum now.”

He lifted his head. We had played this game many times before. He’d get me worked up until I was begging to be his slave, offering to do anything in exchange for the earth-shattering orgasm we both knew he could give me. No matter what he demanded, I always ended up enjoying it.

“Take me bareback,” he said, as he slid a finger into my ass. We knew this was a dangerous game. My parents and I had agreed that I should wait until my late 20’s. At 25, I felt like I was too old for the pill, so we started using condoms. Most of the time. But taking a risk was a huge thrill, and the times I’d used the withdrawal method hadn’t put me in the maternity ward so far.

“Tell me.” He said, as a second finger joined the first inside my asshole.

“I want to feel your cock inside me,” I panted. “I want to feel your sperm deep inside of me.”

We both knew he’d have to pull out, but we both got worked up thinking about the alternative.

“How deep?” he demanded. Deeper than anyone’s ever been, I thought.

“All the way. Shoot your sperm into my womb.”

Jeff started stroking his fingers in and out of my asshole, as his tongue resumed its assault on my clit. In a few minutes, I was screaming, as the long-delayed orgasm overtook me. Oh the electric contractions! I was in heaven and he took me there every time. Before I had finished coming down, his cock was inside of me. Usually he’d tease some more, but this time he didn’t want to give me time to relent and ask him to put a condom on. The first five inches of his cock slid right into my dripping pussy before I knew what hit me.

As he started slowly working his cock in and out of my tight hole, he kissed me. I could taste my sex on his tongue, and it turned me own even more. I loved having that reminder of how wet he had gotten me, even as my sopping pussy opened right up for his penetrating phallus.

As he thrust into me again and again, he slowly worked inch after inch of his manhood into me. No matter how many times we did this, I could feel him stretching out my innermost recesses like I was still a virgin. I grabbed his ass and tried to pull him deeper inside of me. Jeff had kissed his way down my neck to my breast, and was tugging at my nipple with his teeth. Every stab of pain as he bit down made me cry out, my pussy clamping down on his cock even harder. I had only just come, but I felt another orgasm building.

Jeff slid his fingers out of my ass, and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, lifting it up off the bed. At that angle, his cock thrust the rest of the way inside me in one stroke. I cried out as I felt the head bump up against my cervix. No other man had ever done this to me. No other cock had ever reached that place, pushing against the entrance to my womb. This was why, no matter what else happened, Jeff would always own my pussy. I felt stabs of pain, as he hit bottom with every thrust. The pain made me hot. The thought of how deep inside of me he was made me hotter. And the thought that, if he came right now, every drop of sperm would be inside my womb, searching for an egg, making my belly swell up with his baby — that made me hottest of all.

“You have to pull out.” I wasn’t so far gone that I had lost my sense. I couldn’t have another baby, no matter how much the though of having a bellyful of his sperm drove me wild.

“I will,” he said firmly, but he kept pounding his cock into me without slowing down. I could feel every inch of him, thrusting into my vagina again and again. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks with each stroke. And I could feel him stab into my cervix, again, again, again.

I knew he’d be true to his word and shoot his load on my belly, but me mind had already gone down another road. I was remembering the feeling of spurt after spurt of fertile sperm shooting into me. I remembered wondering whether the load inside of me was the one that would make my belly swell up with a baby. I remembered how much he fantasised about sucking the milk from my swollen tits, stroking my belly when he held me after we’d fucked, knowing his fucking me was responsible for the baby inside of me.

Before I knew it, I felt herself building towards another orgasm. I wrapped her legs around Jeff’s waist, urging him on. His cock pounded with renewed vigour, my cries echoing off the walls every time he hit bottom.

“Ah… fuck!” I was almost there.

“Wait.” I didn’t want to hear Jeff say this. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted his cock to keep fucking me into oblivion.

“I’m getting close.” He sounded worried, but he didn’t slow down for a second. I wouldn’t have let him.

“Don’t stop! Please…”

I knew exactly what I was asking him to do. To cum inside of me. To shoot millions of fertile sperm directly into my womb, each one searching for an egg, each one trying to make me pregnant.

“We shouldn’t,” he said, but Jeff made no effort to slow down. He was waiting for a go-ahead, and I decided to give him one.

“Cum inside my pussy,” I whispered. “I want your cum inside me. Just don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His thrusting became frantic, pounding into me even harder. I screamed, as another orgasm hit me like a freight train. My spasming pussy clamped down on Jeff’s cock, finally pushing him over the edge. I felt his cock spasm, the head lodged right against my cervix. Warmth shot through my pussy as a stream of cum shot out of his cock. And another. And another. And another.

I knew from past experience what a massive quantity of sperm Jeff produced - the times he had come on my face, he’d hit me with a thick stream that went from my hair all the way down to my chin. And then five or six more just like it. We’d posted photos of me online covered in so much sperm I wasn’t worried about anybody recognising me. Once when I was pregnant, we’d fucked on my lunch break at work, and I still had sperm leaking out of me on the subway ride home. I had hoped none of the other commuters noticed the thin stream of the stuff running down my leg and pooling in one of my sandals.

Now all that sperm was inside of me, and none of it was running out. Jeff’s cock was still lodged deep inside of me, plugging my pussy and not letting a drop escape. I supposed I could do the responsible thing and try and wash myself out. But I was long past doing the responsible thing. I held him there, inside of me, savouring the feeling of fullness.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t worry. It’s what I wanted. I just needed you so badly. I don’t care if I get pregnant, as long as you keep making me feel like that.”

“You’re serious about this? You could be pregnant?”

“Right in the middle of my cycle. You probably just put me in the club!”

Jeff smiled, “I thought you didn’t want children yet?”

“I don’t, really, but if it happens, it happens we’ll manage. Besides, I love the thought that my belling might be swelling up with your baby.”

He kissed me deeply, and I felt his cock stir inside me. He was clearly excited by the thought too.

“Still, we should be careful from now on.”

“Actually, I was thinking, since the damage is already done…” I moved my head down to his cock, and ran my tongue up and down its length. “One or two more loads wouldn’t hurt.”

A few minutes later, his hard cock was inside me again, and by that time I had accepted my fate. I was going to have Jeff’s baby. I was going to take as much of his seed into my womb as I could, until my egg drowned in it. In a few months, my belly was going to start to bulge obscenely. By the time I got really big, it’d be summertime, and I’d spend the last three months wearing as little as possible, flaunting my pregnant body, bikini top straining to hold my big milk-filled tits; my huge pregnant belly exposed for the world to see.

I started to have an orgasm just thinking about it. I know my parents and I had talked about not having any kids yet until I’d met someone my age. But we’d deal with it fine. The baby would be a blessing, in the end. I wanted this mans baby… I wanted him. I had chosen well.

[sex-storytime]

Deflower Me

They were so different. He was older… too old for her? She was cute and sexy. But they met innocently enough. Both were living quiet, introspective lives, mostly hidden away for the world’s view. They were equally private and somewhat shy people, yet with an untouched abyss of emotional feelings that neither of them could ever imagine was about to be unleashed between them.

Each had inadvertently stumbled into their friendship and both blogged relentlessly. Inevitably their attraction become more sexual. Their words and stories became more sensual… personal. They begun to read the variety of erotic stories presented there. He was older and for all intents and purposes, alone and isolated.  He had never even thought about the dating scene and when several of the single and even married women he knew in their small community had dropped hints of invitation, he brushed them off, usually without even realising what they were proposing.

She was eighteen and had graduated from college a year previously. Her first year in university did not live up to all the hype and hoopla. She was pretty and petite, and when “dressed up” was quite a stunner. Yet her social life was minimal.

She had dated a boy, her age, an old friend but she was completely revolted by his arrogance, stupidity, and his crass vulgarity. Since she had made it clear that she wasn’t going to “come across with the goodies”, he was very happy to let her go when she finally gave him his marching orders. They had had a few “intimate” moments without any invasion of privacy and she had not been left with the most pleasant memories of that particular basic sexual tryst.

The literary website had chat for nation attached to it, and they both ventured in one evening out of idle curiosity. They said a quick “Hello” and shared the information that they were new to the site, new to the chat-room and new to this whole type of literary experience.

They laughed with each other a little as they joking explained their mild embarrassment at some of what they had been reading, but both agreed it was a new and refreshing look at life though the eyes of some of the characters. They discussed a little private information and, in spite of their age difference, they were surprised at the immediate and warm connection they found with each other. After a little more time of small talk, they took their leave of each other, promising to come back on the following evening and say hello again and report back on any article on the site that had been especially meaningful to them.

Thus began their “online relationship”. There was never anything suggestive or offensive between them, but very quickly, each of them knew that their feelings for the other were changing and rapidly moving beyond the “friendship” stage.

Little by little, small terms of endearment crept into their conversations and personal, more intimate details were added and openly discussed between them.

After several weeks, they surprised each other in their chat one evening when they began to share details of where they actually lived. They laughed uproariously when they learned that they were no more than about an hour’s drive away from each other. One thing led to another and they were soon agreeing to meet on the next Saturday, two weeks away, and have lunch together. As they prepared to part for the evening, he emphasised his age again and told her he would quite understand if she wanted to change her mind. She in turn reminded him of her age, and offered him the opportunity to re-consider as well.

Both protested vigorously and the day and time was set. They offered their “Good-nights” and both left their computers happier and feeling more alive than they had been for quite some time.

Saturday finally arrived and not surprisingly, both cars pulled into the car-park of the family restaurant almost simultaneously.

She parked at one of the far end spaces and he pulled into the one next to her, so that his car door was adjacent to her driver- side door. Neither had given much thought as to how they were going to greet each other, but as they stepped out of the vehicles, each opened their arms in a signal of embrace. They hugged tightly and kissed lightly as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

Neither felt embarrassed by the intimacy and hugged once again with an added kiss, this one a little longer and more personal than the first.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you at last face to face”, she whispered, as if afraid someone might overhear them

“Yes it is” he replied, and with a laugh he added “and more like lips to lips. I hope I haven’t overstepped any mark?”

“Of course not ” she replied cheerfully, “how else would two best friends greet each other than with a nice hug and a very sweet kiss.”

The emphasis she placed on the word “very” was not lost on him, nor was she unaware that he was still lightly holding her fingertips with his.

“Well”, he continued, “we did meet for lunch. Ready?”

She nodded her head in approval and they headed towards the entrance of the restaurant. The sign at the door advised everyone to “seat yourself”, so they looked around and found a booth at the far end of the dining room, beside the front windows. The waitress took their drink order and suggested the cheeseburger and fries as their most popular dish and left them alone.

They sat quietly for a few moments—each simply looking at the other and impounding mental images into their brains for future recall. The girl thought her date was anything but “old” as he had described himself. She looked again at him and decided that he was more “distinguished” and “dignified” and he was certainly still very good looking and very charming. Not at all like the uncouth, foul-mouthed morons she had to deal with in college and she liked the fact that he had held the door open for her as they walked in and that he had waited for her to sit down first before he did.

Meanwhile he was looking at her with awe and almost juvenile adoration. He agreed to himself that yes she was petite but strikingly beautiful and as for being , in her own words, “ordinary”, she was anything but. Attractive, sophisticated, mature beyond her years, confident without the aggressive harshness of many career women he had met over the years.

Their conversation turned lively and interesting and for the next two hours they chatted and laughed about a variety of topics, only allowing themselves to be interrupted by the waitress providing refills. Not long into the date, after they had finished their meal, they had gingerly reached across the table and held each other’s fingertips again.

“Are you sure I’m not overstepping any boundaries?” he asked quietly, then added: “The last thing in the world I would want to do is be offensive and pushy, but holding your hand for me just feels so natural at the moment.”

She reached out and intertwined her fingers with his, tightening her grip and smilingly said: “There, does that let you know I want you to hold my hand? And I am going to be very bold and say that between us right now, I don’t sense any need for boundaries.” With those words, she lifted his hand to her mouth, look into his eyes and gently kissed each fingertip.

When she had finished, he took both her hands in his, and lifting them to his lips, caressed each one softly with the tip of his tongue, and then looking straight into her eyes , he said: “Well I guess I’m not leaving you in any doubt that I have come to look on you as more than just someone I know.”

She furtively looked around the restaurant and realising that it was now empty, she half stood up, leaned across the table, took his face in her hands, and kissed him on the lips. As they continued the kiss, she opened her mouth and pushed open his lips and in an instant their tongues were caressing each other, not in some wild, unbridled fashion, but softly and tenderly.

She released him and sat back down at her place and lowered her head. In a whispered tone, she asked him: “Have I overstepped your boundaries?”

He reached across and lifting her chin, he leaned towards her and returned her kiss, and then holding her hands again in his asked: “Will we go find some better privacy?”

She nodded quickly; he called the waitress for the check, paid the bill, and they left the restaurant, heading towards the parked cars.

A wet, soaking drizzle had started while they were eating, and it had now increased into a steady downpour. As they reached his car, a large four-door sedan, she grabbed him by the arm and called out: “Would you mind if we sat in the back?”

He nodded his head, clicked the automatic door-locking device and held open the back door so she could scramble in out of what was now a torrential downpour. He settled beside her, and seeing her shivering from the cold, reached across to the passenger front seat and grabbed a heavy blanket which he always kept there in case of winter breakdowns, and opening it up fully, he threw it over both of their knees and pulled it up towards her chin.

She smiled her thanks to him and snuggled as close to his side as she could. He put his arms around her shoulders and through her wet blouse could feel her breasts on his chest.

He reached across and took her face in his right hand and looking tenderly into her eyes, he began to kiss her –softly and gently at first, but as she returned his kisses with her tongue, they both kissed and tongued each other more passionately. Suddenly, he broke away from her embrace and held her at arms length.

“I don’t want to start something we can’t finish.” he gasped as he continued to recover from their passion. “I’m beginning to want you more than with just a kiss or two.” He looked at her questioningly, but instead of answering him, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. As her cleavage appeared in the opening, she looked at him and said: “I have no intentions of starting this and not finishing.”

With her blouse fully unbuttoned and her black lace bra showing the outline of her breasts and hardening nipples. she moved closer to him again and, cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him with her lips and tongue in a long and inviting kiss that stirred him much more that he had been for years.

She released her tongue from his mouth and, keeping her lips close to his, she whispered: “I am still a virgin. And there is no-one else in this whole world I would rather give this gift to than you. I want you to be the one to deflower me and make me the woman I long to be for you.”

He took her back into his arms without saying a word, and between kisses, he slowly removed her blouse, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor at their feet.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and began a slow circle around each nipple. Her hand had been at his neck and chest, now she let them fall to his crotch where she could easily feel his hard-on inside his pants.

She unbuckled his belt with some difficulty, he reached down and unzipped his pants for her and then gasped with the sheer pleasure of it as she worked her hand inside his shorts and took the whole of his shaft in her fingers.

She pulled herself away from his kiss, looked down at the thick shaft she was holding and whispered: “This isn’t only the first time for sex for me. it’s the first time I have been with a man in this way.”

Without saying a word, he returned them to their love-making as he continued to caress her breasts and nipples. She held his cock firmly in her hand and slowly worked it up and down in her fingers. Then she felt his hand slide down to her tummy as he unlatched her jeans and began to help her slide out of them. She continued to fill his mouth with gentle strokes of her tongue as she lifted her hips and he peeled off everything so she could kick them aside. As the same time, she easily removed his pants and boxers; he broke her kiss to peel off his golf-shirt and then covered their totally naked bodies with the large blanket.

Both knew the decision they had made was final.

They threw themselves into their passion with disregard for where they were or who might see them. They felt secure in the pouring rain and began their lovemaking with kisses and caresses that pushed both of them over the edge and towards the point of no-return.

She continued to work his cock in her fingers while he took turns on her breasts with his mouth and tongue.

Then again breaking free, he slipped his hand up her thigh until he found her already throbbing pussy lips and felt the bushy fur of her mound. Stroking up and down her slit, he could feel the juices dripping from her cunt.

He pushed her gently onto her back, spread her legs as best he could in the confined space and buried his mouth over the chasteness that was about to become his.

He pushed through the lips and found her clit which he massaged carefully with his tongue, then he began a deep penetration of her tunnel making her gasp and moan with each thrust inside her.

“Ohh Fuck!! Ohh Yes!!! Ohhh!!! Ohhh!! Fuck that feels so good.”

He withdrew his tongue, kissed her again on the point of her nose and said:

“Why don’t you go down and enjoy me?”

She sat up again and taking his quivering cock in her hands, she bent down and engulfed his shaft with her mouth. He could feel her tongue caress across the slit on the crown of his cock. Then her fingers played with his balls as she sucked him and licked him until he was almost ready for orgasm.

He lifted her head away from his throbbing cock and said:

“I think it’s time we really fucked before we lose it.”

He pushed her back down again and she stretched out almost her full length along the car seat. He placed himself between her legs and she lifted her heels up over his back.

Without either needing to guide it, his cock found her pussy lips, pushed them apart and the head penetrated slightly. She reacted nervously, then relaxed and he pushed further in. Very gently he withdrew a little and then thrust more deeply. As he finally pushed his whole shaft home, she cried out a little, then whispered:

“Keep going. I’m ok.”

Immediately together, they began their full fuck. He withdrew until only the tip of his cock was at her lips, then he plummeted back inside again filling her cunt to its full capacity. She was tight around his shaft, and they both enjoyed the tension that was building between their legs.

As he fucked in and out, she raised her hips to each thrust and the pleasure overtook them and soon he cried out:

“Oh fuck… I’m cumming….. I can’t stop.”

She wrapped her legs tighter around his back and cried out: “Oh fuck me…let it come… my whole cunt is throbbing … I think I’m cumming too.”

He thrust in and out several more times, then with one final great effort, he pressured his whole cock shaft into the deepest recesses of her virgin cunt, and shot stream after stream of his hot cum inside.

Her face was awash with sweat and as he pushed his shaft as far inside her as he could, she moaned :

“Oh fuck!! I loved it!! I loved it!! Thank you!! I loved it.”

He wiped the sweat away through her hair with his hand and, still gasping from his performance, whispered:

“No baby. It’s be should be thanking you. You were wonderful.”

She took his face again in her hands, kissed him softly on the lips and smiled as she whispered:

“Then we’d better do this again and often, just so we can thank each other every day.”

He said nothing, but collapsed into her arms, and soon with the beating rhythm of the rain, they feel asleep, no longer just friends, but lovers, satisfied and pleasured for the first time as true lovers should be.

[myinternalneeds]

I need to breed

So badly. It’s my calling.

[spermjackme]

It’s every woman’s calling and it will be the greatest joy of your life, taking all that hot raw cum and turning it into a giant round belly.

[cutiliaegifs]

[jonbonn5]

You should not have borrowed from an underworld lender. An you certainly should have paid your debts on schedule. Instead, you gave excuse after excuse, until finally they got tired of your excuses. They came, tied you up and waited until your wife came home. Her tears of fear, rage and humiliation as they tore off her clothes were to be the first course of your punishment. Your heart really broke when the tall one bent her over the counter, facing you, and slammed his huge dick into her faithful married cunt so hard, she screamed like she was dying. And then, just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, your daughter came home surprisingly from college. Now the two women you loved most were raped side by side, their lovely tits squeezed so hard they begged for mercy, their nipples pulled until they screamed in pian, their pussies and clits whipped with belts, their cunts raped and their wombs filled with rapists’ sperm. Worst of all, though, was the look on their faces when their rapists turned their attention to the stiffest hardon you’ve had in years, that you got from watching them raped like this.

[0thegothicbimbolover-deactivate]

[little-girl-geek-deactivated201]

I just want to be impregnated and choked

[prettyandmean]

Eat my pussy as a friend😩😢

[pablo-no-escobar]

Trying to

[biphoria-deactivated20191209]

And vice versa 💜

[superwettpussy]

Yes please

[creammmmycococenter]

As a Best friend😜

[a-need-to-breed-deactivated2020]

Why ruin a good orgasm and pull out? Stay inside and paint her cervix white

[nonexistentbcidontexist-deactiv]

im touching my wet pussy to the thought of your hard dick. i want your cock to fuck me hard until i can’t take anymore, then i want you to cum inside of my tight pussy, and i’ll take your cock into my mouth until you cum inside of my mouth and spread it all over my chest.