She needed a Breeding so I Bred her
She wasn’t satisfied with just one round. As soon as I finished, she was ready for more, begging me to keep going, to keep filling her up until she couldn’t take anymore. I’d never seen her like this, so desperate, so hungry for it. She needed to be bred, needed it like air, and I was more than happy to oblige. It was one of those nights that starts with a text—a text I’d been waiting for. She was upfront about what she wanted, never one to beat around the bush. Her message was explicit, raw,...