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It’s the time in her cycle where her pussy practically weeps to be filled. Filled with cum, filled with babies.. your babies, specifically.

She wakes up to a wetness that wasn’t there the night before. She shifts and squirms to get comfortable, but she can’t escape it. A dull ache, an emptiness—only to be relieved by the pressure of her fingertips on her soft mound.

Or, something else.

Something else like squeezing her legs tightly together while picturing herself full. A smooth, round belly protruding out so far she can’t even see her feet. Swollen ankles that can be soothed by the touch of the man who made her like this. Supple breasts overflowing with milk that will soon feed a little love that takes shelter within her.

Something else like your cock inside her, completely entrenched by her dripping pussy while her legs wrap around you and keep you deep inside. Breathy moans, whispers of promises from you that you’ll keep her like this forever. Making babies for the next decade of your lives. Keeping her pussy warm with your cum relentlessly, only withdrawing yourself to fuck it back into the deepest part of her cervix.