Make Me Beg For It

I'm very pleased, I feel very rewarded for all my efforts. This is what I wanted from her, my beautiful, smart but mindlessly dumb breeding cow. I had to have one for my very own.

She made that dream, that fantasy, a reality. She did it all for me. How lucky am I? A women like her is impossible to have twice in one life time and I don't want it with anyone else but her. So what is left to do?

Breed her, make her mine, claim her, own her, fill her, fuck her. Make that soft tender body stretch rounder and out, make her belly button pop from the pressure, make her tit's swell as they rest perfectly on top of her belly, grow her ass (even though it couldn't possibly be any bigger) widen her hips so that when its time she can push my babies out.

I take my pleasure with her whenever I want or whenever she wants and you won't believe it but my cow still begs for more, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. She pleads her case for why we need another baby, she begs to be filled so she doesnt see her body in such a sad lifeless state, she begs me to help her fulfill a purpose that is perfect for her, she begs and pleads and moos with need. How else am I to reward her then? By pumping every ounce of cum out of my balls deep into her? Slamming my hard cock so far inside of her theres no way shes walking away from this with out a pregnant belly? Filling her until she is overflowing? Pushing myself deeper and deeper as her mind goes fuzzy with the only thing coherently coming out of her mouth is a mooooooo.. mooooooo.. moooooo..