So fucking wet thinking about getting pushed face down on a mattress and roughly fucked, until I’m screaming into a pillow while you unload your seed as deep and close to my cervix as you can. I can’t help it as my body drinks every drop up and cums knowing I’m ovulating and so ready to get bred. You deciding when and where i get railed and impregnated feels so so good and right.
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There's just something so hot to me about getting a guy pregnant.
Just completely giving into my impulses and ramming my grith in and out of his pussy while he desperately struggles to stop me. Choking him while I make his tits bounce from the force of my hips slamming into him. And laying my body weight into him as I pump him full of my litter.
I just wanna own a guy's cunt like that. While he begging me to stop and spurting on my length against his will, I wanna mark my territory with my cum and get him so fucking pregnant
I want him to always remember the feeling of me tearing off all his clothes and how my jeans felt brushing against his ass as I pumped his womb full.
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The thought of hard primal fucking gets me so wet, especially when it ends in cum getting stuffed deep inside of you with the hopes of knocking you up.
i wish pregnancy pacts were like...magically binding contracts. I wish they forged permanent, life-long connections between your wombs.
you make the pact young, probably in middle school or high school, that's when most pregnancy pacts are forged. at a sleepover, you and your friends make a promise that when one of you gets pregnant, the rest will too. you're all young, you don't know any better, the only thing you're thinking about is how fun it would be to have babies at the same time as your friends. it seems like a great idea, none of you will ever have to go through pregnancy alone. you giggle about it a bit, fantasize about what it would be like, discuss baby names, but don't really put much stock in it. pretty soon, you've forgotten all about it.
years down the line, after you've all grown up and mostly gone your separate ways, and you see that one of them has made a pregnancy announcement on social media. you leave a comment congratulating her, and move on with your life. a few weeks later, another posts the same thing. funny coincidence, that two of your old friends ended up pregnant at the same time. you congratulate them and move on. not even a full week after that, two more have announced their own pregnancies, and it doesn't really feel like a coincidence anymore. come to think of it, you've been feeling pretty exhausted lately, your cycle is definitely more than a few weeks late, and that stubborn bloating at the base of your stomach just won't go down.
turns out it doesn't matter what kind of birth control you use, or how careful you are. it doesn't even matter if you never have sex. if one womb in the pact is seeded, the rest are too. it only takes one of you being careless, or selfish, or even unwillingly impregnated, and the rest of you are stuck growing round with child alongside them. There's no way to prevent it, no way to reverse the pact.
you reconnect with all of them and form a group chat to compare bump photos, cycles, and due dates. trying to make the most of a bad situation, you set up maternity photoshoots and schedule sleepovers and spa days. it takes a while to get everyone on board, but eventually you do, though with varying degrees of excitement. you're hoping you can all at least enjoy your pregnancies together like you originally planned when you made the pact at that sleepover all those years ago.
maybe you all go into labor at the same time too, at one of your many sleepovers. or maybe your labors are staggered but you'll always give birth at the same time, so one of you might be left laboring for days while the others nervously wait for their own contractions to hit. either way, you get to share the experience with all of your friends, just like you wanted all those years ago.
for a while, it's nice. fun, even.
but when you're several babies deep, each of you overworked and exhausted, that one friend who "doesn't believe in birth control" sends a photo of her most recent ultrasound to the group chat. your phone explodes with furious texts as everyone berates her for getting you all pregnant again, when you're still recovering from the last baby, but you can only stare in horror at the sight of three distinct shapes on the ultrasound.
want to be someone’s fetish porn in some forum but it escalates into them actually needing me irl, begging to meet up and i don’t have to be scared of course, we’ll just mess around a little. but they lied, made sure to get me on the most unsafe day and now they have me tied to the bed in a motel room, legs spread and hips propped up with a pillow. slicking up their throbbing cock when they tell me they’re not gonna stop until they’re sure i’m pregnant