Breeding fever has a hold on me
I’ve got this outrageous urge to breed a random woman over and over again until my seed has taken hold. Not some girlfriend, not a situationship — a complete stranger. I’m talking the cute barista who hands me my coffee with that shy little smile, or the girl in yoga pants at the grocery store whose ass is literally begging to be filled. Doesn’t matter who she is. I just want to rip those panties to the side and slam my raw cock balls-deep into her tight, unprotected pussy.
I want to breed her like an animal. Hard, relentless strokes while I growl in her ear that she’s going to take every drop. I want to feel her walls flutter and milk me as I pump the first thick rope straight against her cervix. Then I keep going. No pulling out. No breaks. Just load after load until my cum is leaking out around my shaft and she’s whimpering that she’s already full. I’ll flip her over, pin her hips down, and breed her again from behind, grinding deep so nothing escapes.
I need to do it night after night until it takes. Until her period is late. Until her tits swell and her belly starts to round out with my baby. I want to see the moment she realizes she’s been claimed — that her womb is carrying the proof of how many times I flooded her like a cheap breeding toy. The thought of her walking around in public with my kid growing inside her while nobody knows how many times I pumped her full…it makes me throb.
I don’t want gentle lovemaking. I want primal, sloppy, desperate breeding sessions where the only sounds are her moans, my balls slapping her soaked pussy, and the wet squelch of my cum pushing deeper every thrust.