Breed Taya Miller

You can’t hold back any longer.

With a primal growl, you flip Taya onto her back on the Resolute Desk one final time, slamming her legs wide open and folding her knees to her shoulders in a deep breeding press. Her massive tits are squished between her thighs, nipples raw and swollen from your earlier bites. Her eyes are completely crossed, tongue hanging out, drooling uncontrollably as she stares up at you in total cock-drunk submission.

You drive into her cunt with every ounce of feral strength left in your body.

“Take it, good girl,” you snarl through gritted teeth. “Take every fucking drop.”

Taya’s pussy feels unreal - velvet-soft, burning hot, and impossibly tight. Her walls ripple and flutter around your thick shaft like they’re alive, milking you with ****, rhythmic contractions. She’s so wet that every brutal thrust produces filthy, squelching sounds, her creamy juices coating your balls and dripping down her ass crack.

“I’m your good girl - I’m your good girl - breed me, please!” she babbles incoherently, voice hoarse and cracking.

You feel your orgasm rising like a tidal wave. Your balls tighten, cock swelling even thicker inside her overstretched cunt. Taya senses it immediately and locks her legs around your waist, heels digging into your back, pulling you deeper.

“Don’t pull out,” she whimpers desperately. “Stay inside, fill me, claim me…”

You roar as the climax hits.

The first powerful rope of cum erupts straight against her cervix, thick and heavy. Taya’s eyes roll back completely as she feels it - a broken, guttural moan tearing from her throat. Her pussy clamps down like a vice, pulsing wildly around your pulsing cock, milking every spurt with greedy spasms.

You keep thrusting through it, hard and deep, pumping load after load directly into her womb. Rope after thick rope floods her. Her cunt feels molten, silky, and perfectly molded to your shape - every ridge and vein of your cock massaged by her convulsing walls as you empty yourself.

“Fuuuuck, so much!” Taya sobs in pure bliss, her belly starting to swell visibly from the sheer volume you’re pumping into her.

Even as you cum, her pussy doesn’t stop working you. It squeezes and flutters in long, rolling waves, drawing out every last drop. You grind your cock as deep as possible, pressing the head firmly against her cervix while the excess cum has nowhere to go but out.

Thick, white seed begins overflowing around your shaft - creamy rivulets leaking and squirting from her stretched hole with every thrust. It runs down her ass, puddling on the desk beneath her, dripping onto the presidential seal in obscene white streaks.

Taya’s hands fly to her lower belly, pressing down as if trying to keep every drop inside. She holds you there with everything she has - legs locked, pussy clenching rhythmically, refusing to let a single inch of your cock escape while you finish breeding her.

“Good girl… such a perfect breeding cunt,” you groan, still spurting weakly inside her as the longest orgasm of your life finally begins to fade.

Taya trembles violently beneath you, her own orgasm crashing through her in endless aftershocks. Her pussy continues to flutter and milk you softly, almost lovingly, as if thanking you for the massive load.

She looks up at you with completely fucked-out, adoring eyes, cum still drying on her face, voice a soft, broken whisper:

“Thank you, Mr. President… I can feel it so deep… I’m so full… I’ll hold it all inside like a good girl…”

Her cunt gives one final, gentle squeeze around your spent cock, greedily keeping you buried as the last drops drain into her overflowing womb. The livestream chat has gone completely feral, but neither of you cares.

You stay locked inside her, both of you panting, her pussy still rhythmically pulsing around your shaft as cum continues to leak out in slow, thick rivers around the tight seal of her hole.