Don't stop

His cock was hard and buried in the blanket. He lifted up and crawled up Vina luscious body. She watched him with loving eyes as he poked her pussy with his fat cockhead.

"Make love to me, my love," she whispered.

He slipped the head in, and Vina wrapped her legs around him and squeezed, pushing him deep inside her. She closed her eyes and groaned at his penetration. He kissed her roughly, his lust overcoming his delicacy. He manhandled her breast as he began pumping quickly in and out of her sweet nubile body. Her squeals and moans of passion urged him on.

She broke the kiss and whispered hoarsely in his ear, "I love you. Give me your seed. Let's make a baby. I could be pregnant by the wedding. Wouldn't that be deliciously scandalous?"

In his mind he saw a flash of Vina in a wedding gown, her fat pregnant belly showing, lifting up the front to show him that she wasn't wearing panties. He growled as he redoubled his thrusts, faster and harder. The fantasy of knocking up this dream woman was too enticing.

Suddenly, it was as he imagined it in his mind: Vina was in a wedding dress and pregnant as he pounded her sex with a mission. He roared as his orgasm hit him, and she shrieked as hers joined in. He gasped when he flooded her womb with his sperm, hot and plentiful. The ecstasy of their union overwhelmed them. Minutes passed but they didn't feel the time pass.