Breeding kink Stevie in action when drunk………………..
Steve’s the kind of guy that gets drunk on life I swear and I’m imagining him if you’re guests at a wedding together and the whole day he’s getting drunk on love and friendship and you and wine….. so so so much wine
And I think wine drunk Steve would be so freaking clingy
Of course the whole day he’s telling you how gorgeous you look in your dress and how pretty you’d look in white and as the reception drags into the night, the two of you on the dance floor slow dancing while all the other couples are whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.
But Steve… Steve is slurring the most diabolical stuff into your neck
“Wanna make you mine….. marry you…… put a baby in you–fuck–honey I need it so bad, need to feel you.”
He’s subtly rubbing his obvious hard on against your thigh (as subtly as drunk Steve can do anything that is)
“Steve, not here.,” you try to protest but he’s already ushering you off the dance floor to the nearest bathroom.
Once you’re in, he’s on you like rash. Hands grabbing at your dress so much you think he might rip it. He’s tugging your panties down and he doesn’t even notice how pretty the lace fabric is because he’s too focussed on getting inside you.
He yanks you up onto the sink, frantically releases himself from his trousers and pushes his now painfully hard cock into you.
It’s hurried, and messy, and loud. Steve clamps a hand over your mouth and sucks your neck into his mouth to stop his moans escaping. But the slapping sound is deafening……
At that moment, Steve feels his only purpose is to fill your cunt.
“Gonna get you so fucking full of my cum, yeah, you want that baby”
It’s not really a question but you answer anyway, nodding your head against the heat of Steve palm.
“Yeah you do, you take it so good, gonna be such a good mommy for me.”
You clench at the praise and it makes Steve see stars.
“Fuck, just like that, milk me.”
