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"Oh God yes, Sir." Monica jerks against you even more wildly. "Cum in me. Fill my cunt with your seed. Please, plant a baby in my womb." You hope she's not serious. You should have bought a big box of condoms as soon as you accepted this position, especially after what Senator Williams told you about the levels of promiscuity at The Pink Rose. Monica however doesn't seem to have any concerns about possible pregnancy.

"Breed me." She gasps, clutching at your arms. "Like a stud bull breeding a fertile heifer... Oh God you fucker... ohh, oh, Oh ... Aaaiigh!" Her pussy spasms against your cock and you feel flood of hot juices bathe you as you pump into her. There is no way you can resist something like this and you explode into the thrashing 25 year old blonde as she rocks against you milking you for everything you have.

A minute later you are lying side by side on the bed slowly recovering from this unexpected encounter. Her breathing slowly returns to a more normal level and with a sigh she turns to look at you.

"Do you think I'm totally weird, Kyle." Her eyes search yours for any indication of how you feel. "I'm not always like that, I promise. It's just," she hesitates briefly but then goes on in a rush. "I saw the paddle, and you looked so much like a schoolgirl's fantasy I got a little carried away."

"Well, it was a little different for me." You admit, "but not totally weird."

"I'll take it." Monica laughs shyly. "Hey, umm, this doesn't mean we're dating, right?" She sits up and adjusts her dress, suddenly uncomfortable with lying half dressed on your bed. "I mean you seem really nice and if you want to go out sometime that'd be cool." She licks her lips nervously before finishing what she's clearly worried about. "It's just I don't want you to expect every date to necessarily end like this...I'm sorry Kyle, I'm saying this all wrong, but I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of kinky slut."