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Do you have large labia or small labia?

How many fingers can you fit inside your vagina right now?

How high is your cervix? Can you touch it?

How large is your clitoris?

How wet is your vulva on average?

Are you a squirter?

How big are your breasts?

Are your nipples sensitive? Do you like having them sucked?

How many kids do you think your husband will want?

Thongs or bikinis?

Bullet vibes or wands?

Can you deep throat?

Have you ever rimmed a man? What about another girl?

What would you cook for a first date?

What would you do if a stranger asked to finger you?

Do you like being spanked?

Who was the last person who hit you?

Would you lick another girls vulva if she told you to?

What do you look for in a real man?

Are you an undewire girl or a bralette girl?

Pink or purple?

Would you let a group of men ganbang you if they were really nice beforehand?

What's a fantasy that you revisit often?

face-fucking her while i brew my morning coffee, her throat tight and warm around me as the machine hums in the background

pulling her into my lap while i answer emails, bouncing her lazily on my pulsating cock, using her to pass the time

fingering her silly under the lunch table, watching her struggle to keep still as she stares down at her untouched plate

bending her over the kitchen counter before dinner, pinning her wrists down so she has no choice but to take it

folding her up on the couch while a movie plays, roughly thrusting into her, her whimpers drowned out by the surrounding sound

forcefully grabbing her by the ankles in the hallway, spreading her open, pounding her silly just because i feel like it

fucking her slow and deep in bed, her exhausted little body pliant beneath me, yet still able to clench around me

and when sleep finally takes her, i don’t stop. just roll her onto her stomach, push back in, and start again

(If this post gets 10 notes, I’ll shave and retake them)

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Santa listened, but he couldn't go through with giving you a gift as simple as this, your son claimed a child would make you happy and that was so far from right. If you could you never would've carrier him 9 months in your womb but you loved more than anything you could. So santa sent your boy's wish to a friend, his counterpart and your nightmare. If you thought carrying your ex's child was a nightmare you never even met krampus.

You scheduled a date, with hot man on Christmas eve, he jokingly said he'll come dressed. Red coat and all to rock the holiday spirit into you he claimed. And his promise was made, except his Grey skin under all of it got you a little scrambled. You took him to your bed and he dropped his sack of gifts, taking one out for you. It was a ball. Small than a table tennis. He shook it around and something was there.

You never imagined what happened next. He pressed you to the bed in a haze, pushed it into your cervix like it was never out there. He kept his glove on your abdomen and whispered a small "congratulations, naughty mom," and he left.

It grew you could feel, your oversized ugly sweatshirt could barely fit. What would your son think? How will you hide this strange gift? How many of his little helpers are gestasting strangely within, can you feel them writhing? Who will believe you and help this strange life be born?

spank her clit with your dick.