Horny Jail

And you’re ready for another. You say you always want to stay pregnant. It’s not even about having more children, it is about the proof of your fertility. And how easily you can turn my sperm into pure life. You love it when others are shocked by the size of your huge belly. Not only do you love it….it turns you on too. The weight of my baby presses down between your legs, keeping you incredibly horny. All that helps is when you grind on me. When I lie in bed, and you move yourself on top of me—sighing and moaning—before you start to rub your clit against my cock, over and over again. Your pussy is so wet and open you joke that you’ll barely have to push when labor sets in.

This is not your first rodeo. You’ve given birth to six babies so far…and last time, you even orgasmed from the sheer stretch of your pussy when you pushed it out. Watching your eyes roll back in pleasure as you gave birth…it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And then, immediately after, you begged me for another. You felt empty, you said, you had to be filled again.

My perfect baby maker, always ready to be bred.

That’s all you want: your womb constantly filled with more babies. One…two…three..or four at the same time.