Thinking about slamming you face-down into the mattress, pinning you there and railing your tight little cunt raw until youâre shrieking and drooling into the pillow while I bury my cock as deep as itâll go and flood your womb with thick, hot cum, pumping every drop right against your cervix.
Your greedy pussy just gulps it all down, spasming and squirting around me because youâre ovulating and your body knows itâs getting bred like the desperate breeding slut you are. Me deciding exactly when and where I stretch you open and knock you up feels so fucking right owning that hole, filling it, claiming it.
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